MY vineyard that is mine I have to keep, Pruning for fruit the pleasant twigs and leaves. Tend thou thy cornfield: one day thou shalt reap In joy thy ripened sheaves. Or if thine be an orchard, graft and prop Food-bearing trees each watered in its place: Or if a garden, let it yield for crop Sweet herbs and herb of grace.''" But if my lot be sand where nothing grows?''" Nay, who hath said it? Tune a thankful psalm: For tho''' thy desert bloom not as the rose, It yet can rear thy palm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH TO MR. BARBAULD, WITH A MAP OF THE LAND OF MATRIMONY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SATURDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MY VOCATION by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER NIMROD: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE DARK VISITOR by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: LEAFLESS HOURS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |