PEACEFUL is he, and most secure, Whose heart and actions all are pure; How smooth and pleasant is his way, Whilst Life's Meander slides away. If a fierce thunderbolt do fly, This man can unconcerned lie; Knows 'tis not levell'd at his head, So neither noise nor flash can dread: Though a swift whirlwind tear in sunder Heav'n above him, or earth under; Though the rocks on heaps do tumble, Or the world to ashes crumble, Though the stupendious mountains from on high Drop down, and in their humble valleys lie; Should the unruly Ocean roar, And dash its foam against the shore; He finds no tempest in his mind, Fears no billow, feels no wind: All is serene, all quiet there, There's not one blast of troubled air, Old stars may fall, or new ones blaze, Yet none of these his soul amaze; Such is the man can smile at irksome death, And with an easy sign give up his breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN I LOOK IN MY HEART by SARA TEASDALE ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY HAUNTED HOUSES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |