LET him who will sing Beauty's praise, In honeyed word and heated phrase Her virtues tell; But thou, my muse, thy accents raise To sing that star of quenchless rays, -- A constant heart! Ah, well may Beauty please us when Fond Peace to Mirth looks love again, And all is bright; But when dull Care and Sorrow blend T' oppress my soul, oh, give me then A constant heart! When summer skies and smiling seas Bring gladness to my hours of ease, Let Beauty smile: With sadder days my soul there 'll seize A longing naught but thou 'lt appease, A constant heart! How soon upon Time's widening sea Do Beauty's charms take wings and flee, By Care o'ercome! Mid billows of adversity, Then brighter still thy beams will be, O constant heart! When dark and drear my life-road seems, And Hope withholds her precious gleams, I'll sadly muse; Then like the smiles of angels beams A vision bright that comes in my dreams, Of a constant heart! Then sing I not vain Beauty's praise, -- A thing that fades with summer days And soon is gone; But through life's dubious gloomy maze Be thou my star of quenchless rays, O constant heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN EVENING (1) by EMILY DICKINSON THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT |