WE'VE trod the maze of error round, Long wandering in the winding glade; And now the torch of truth is found, It only shows us where we strayed: By long experience taught, we know -- Can rightly judge of friends and foes; Can all the worth of these allow, And all the faults discern in those. Now, 'tis our boast that we can quell The wildest passions in their rage, Can their destructive force repel, And their impetuous wrath assuage. -- Ah, Virtue! dost thou arm when now This bold rebellious race are fled? When all these tyrants rest, and thou Art warring with the mighty dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EPITAPH ON FRANCIS CHARTRES by JOHN ARBUTHNOT YOUTH AND CALM by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE EAGLE OF SONG by BACCHYLIDES |