ALL words are said, And may it fall That, crowning these, You here shall find A friendly bed, A sheltering wall, Your body's ease, A quiet mind. May you forget In happy sleep The world that still You hold as friend, And may it yet Be ours to keep Your friendly will To the world's end. For he is blest Who, fixed to shun All evil, when The worst is known, Counts, east and west, When life is done, His debts to men In love alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR OF THE MEAN AND SURE ESTATE by THOMAS WYATT THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A PARTING SONG by WILLIAM AITKEN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |