AIR--"My fond Shepherds of late." No longer I follow a sound; No longer a dream I pursue; Oh Happiness! not to be found, Unattainable treasure, adieu! I have sought thee in splendour and dress, In the regions of pleasure and taste; I have sought thee, and seemed to possess, But have proved thee a vision at last. An humble ambition and hope The voice of true Wisdom inspires; 'Tis sufficient, if Peace be the scope, And the summit of all our desires. Peace may be the lot of the mind That seeks it in meekness and love; But rapture and bliss are confined To the glorified spirits above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GODODDIN: CARADOC by ANEIRIN ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON A PRAYER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM LIGHTNING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD |