What on Earth deserves our Trust? Youth and Beauty both are dust. Long we gathering are with pain, What one Moment calls again. Seaven years Childless Marriage past, A Son, A Son is born at last; So exactly limm'd and Fair, Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Aire, As a long life promised; Yet, in less than six weeks, dead. Too promising, too great a Mind In so small room to be confin'd: Therfore, fit in Heav'n to dwell, He quickly broke the Prison shell. So the Subtle Alchymist, Can't with Hermes=seal resist The Powerfull Spirit's subtler flight, But 'twill bid him long good night. So the Sun, if it arise Half so Glorious as his Ey's, Like this Infant, takes a shroud, Bury'd in a morning Cloud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LINES TO A NASTURTIUM (A LOVER MUSES) by ANNE SPENCER PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN TO H. M. by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) THE PHILOSOPHER by BERTON BRALEY |