ONE morning in the month of May I wander'd o'er the hill; Though nature all around was gay, My heart was heavy still. Can God, I thought, the good, the great, These meaner creatures bless, And yet deny our human state The boon of happiness? Tell me, ye woods, ye smiling plains, Ye blessed birds around, Where, in creation's wide domains, Can perfect bliss be found? The birds wild caroll'd over head, The breeze around me blew, And nature's awful chorus said, No bliss for man she knew! I question'd Love, whose early ray So heavenly bright appears; And Love, in answer, seem'd to say, His light was dimm'd by tears. I question'd Friendship -- Friendship mourn'd, And thus her answer gave: The friends whom fortune had not turn'd Were vanish'd in the grave! I ask'd of Feeling, -- if her skill Could heal the wounded breast? And found her sorrows streaming still, For others' griefs distrest. I ask'd if Vice could bliss bestow? Vice boasted loud and well: But, fading from her pallid brow, The venom'd roses fell. I question'd Virtue, -- Virtue sigh'd, No boon could she dispense; Nor Virtue was her name, she cried, But humble Penitence! I question'd Death, -- the grisly shade Relax'd his brow severe; And, "I am Happiness," he said, "If Virtue guides thee here!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHANNA PEDERSEN by KAREN SWENSON BEFORE THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER; A PARAPHRASE OF THE 102ND PSALM by JOHN CLARE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE |