THERE is in life no blessing like affection: It soothes, it hallows, elevates, subdues, And bringeth down to earth its native heaven. It sits beside the cradle patient hours, Whose sole contentment is to watch and love; It bendeth o'er the death-bed, and conceals Its own despair with words of faith and hope. Life has nought else that may supply its place: Void is ambition, cold is vanity, And wealth an empty glitter, without love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BARCLAY OF URY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE DESTINY OF GENIUS by MARIA ABDY MY GHOSTS by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY by JAMES BEATTIE TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY by ROBERT BURNS |