THE single eye, the daughter of the light; Well pleased to recognize in lowliest shade Some glimmer of its parent beam, and made By daily draughts of brightness, inly bright. The taste severe, yet graceful, trained aright In classic depth and clearness, and repaid By thanks and honor from the wise and staid -- By pleasant skill to blame, and yet delight, And high communion with the eloquent throng Of those who purified our speech and song -- All these are yours. The same examples lure, You in each woodland, me on breezy moor -- With kindred aim the same sweet path along, To knit in loving knowledge rich and poor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. RUSTIC INTERIOR by JOHN ARMSTRONG A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN THE LAST RACE by ERNEST HAROLD BAYNES |