I How May doth call us with her sweetest voice, Fragrant with blossoms on this moonlit night! "Take of my wine, and in new birth rejoice; Leave care and toil, the sordid city's plight. Oh, dying Man, come to the source of Life, And hush in Nature all the sounds of strife." II Wondrous the vision, and we fain would go But that a nobler pleasure calls us here. Charm, Nature, as thou wilt, thou canst not throw A spell to win us like the smile and tear. In what Love, Friendship, Duty, Service can, We know God's greatest miracle is Man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RUTHERFORD MCDOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HAPPY DAYS WHEN I WER YOUNG by WILLIAM BARNES VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |