When with day's woes night haunts wake-weary eyes, How deep a blessing from the heart may rise On the happy, the beautiful, the good, the wise! The poor, the outcast, knave, child, stranger, fool Need no commending to the merciful; But, in a world grieved, ugly, wicked, or dull, Who could the starry influences surmise -- What praises ardent enough could prayer devise For the happy, the beautiful, the good, the wise? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE BABY-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |