Who knows the perfect life on earth? It lies beyond this mortal breath; It is to give the same kind thoughts To Life as we bequeath to Death. It is to show a steadfast love; As faithful to our friends that live As our dead friends are to ourselves -- Sealed up from gossip, in the grave. But who can lead this saintly life, When friends are false and men unkind; And every man will cheat a man Whose trust, like faith in God, is blind. Hang this pale fool, Philosophy! Kind hearts obey themselves, no other: Why like a saint can I take pain And not inflict it on another? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TO FORTUNE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) A DREAM OF DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A FRIEND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO MISS F. B. ON ASKING FOR MRS. BARBAULD'S LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD STANZAS ADDRESSED TO SOME FRIEND GOING TO THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON |