THERE is no comfort in the world But I, in thought, have known; No bliss for any human heart, I have not dreamed my own; And fancied joys may sometimes be More real than reality. I have a house in which to live, Pleasant, and fair, and good, Its hearth is crowned with warmth and light, Its board with daintiest food. And I, when tired with care or doubt, Go in and shut my sorrows out. I have a father, one whose care Goes with me where I roam; A mother, waiting anxiously To see her child come home; And sisters, from whose tender eyes The love in mine hath sweet replies. I have a friend, who sees in me What none beside can see, Not faultless, but as firm and true, And pure, as man may be; A friend, whose love is never dim, And I can never change to him. My boys are very gentle boys, And after they are grown, They're nobler, better, braver men Than any I have known! And all my girls are fair and good From infancy to womanhood. So with few blessings in the world That men can see or name, Home, love, and all that love can bring My mind has power to claim; And life can never cease to be A good and pleasant thing to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE MEDAL; A SATIRE AGAINST SEDITION by JOHN DRYDEN FOR YOU O DEMOCRACY by WALT WHITMAN MY SHIP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AFFINITES: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND |