Good heaven, I thank thee since it was designed I should be framed but of the weaker kind, That yet my soul is rescued from the love Of all those trifles which their passions move. Pleasures, and praise, and plenty have with me But their just value. If allowed they be, Freely and thankfully as much I taste As will not reason or religion waste. If they're denied, I on myself can live, And slight those aids unequal chance does give: When in the sun, my wings can be displayed, And in retirement, I can bless the shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIGNATURE OF LOVE by KAREN SWENSON NOT BY THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE BEGGAR'S OPERA: SONG. AIR 16: OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY by JOHN GAY |