COME, come, my good shepherds, our flocks we must shear, In your holiday suits, with your lasses appear; The happiest of folks are the guiltless and free, And who are so guiltless, so happy, as we? We harbour no passions by luxury taught, We practise no arts with hypocrisy fraught; What we think in our hearts, you may read in our eyes; For knowing no falsehood, we need no disguise. By mode and caprice are the city dames led, But we, as the children of nature are bred; By her hand alone, we are painted and drest, For the roses will bloom when there's peace in the breast. That giant, Ambition, we never can dread; Our roofs are too low for so lofty a head; Content and sweet cheerfulness open our door, They smile with the simple, and feed with the poor. When love has possess'd us, that love we reveal: Like the flocks that we feed are the passions we feel; So harmless and simple, we sport, and we play, And leave to fine folks to deceive and betray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET: FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE WALL by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN TEN YEARS HAVE PASSED; ON VIEWING WAR GRAVES AT VERDUN, 1928 by DON MAITLAND BUSHBY |