Say what you will of "rhymesters," And "the poet in the spring," The earth has more of music Because he tries to sing. He may not soar to Alpine heights If nature clipped his wing, And few, indeed, may know his name When he has ceased to sing; But how we'd miss the many birds That sing a minor strain, And the unassuming lilies That blossom in the lane! For they help to swell the chorus Of the song that never dies, As the music of creation Is ascending to the skies. Then sing your little heart-song! It may cheer another soul As he marches up the mountain, As he presses to the goal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER ON THE ENGINE AGAIN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 26. AL-MUZIL by EDWIN ARNOLD |