A MERCHANT, -- so the tale is told In Eastern fable, quaint and old, -- Whom urgent business called to roam On foot in parts remote from home, Was caught, one morning, in a shower Of such extremely pelting power, The man was fairly drenched with rain; And, though no saint, for once was fain To call on Jove in earnest prayer That he, the pluvious god, would spare A suffering wretch whose shivering form Was like to perish in the storm. But still, though loud his prayers arise, They fail to pierce the murky skies; And added vows prove all in vain To stay the fury of the rain. And now, since Jove no succor lent, The traveler growls his discontent In impious scoffs at Heaven's decrees. "The gods," he muttered, "sit at ease, And laugh at us who strive to please Their vanity with praise and prayer, And gifts that we can poorly spare; Meanwhile the very ills they send They lack the power -- or will -- to mend!" With this, he sought a neighboring wood, To shun the storm as best he could; When lo! a robber issuing thence, The man, unarmed for self-defense, With flying footsteps sought again The fury of the open rain, -- A friendly barrier now, perchance, Against the robber's dread advance. And so it proved, yet, as he fled, The other, pointing at his head A well-aimed arrow, would have slain The fugitive, had not the rain The moistened bowstring so unnerved, The dart fell short, and only served The more to speed the traveler's flight, Till he was safely out of sight. Now, when the storm was spent at last, And all the pain and peril past, The traveller, resting for a space Where sunshine made a pleasant place His limbs to warm, his cloak to dry, Heard, thundering from the azure sky, A solemn voice, whose words proclaim The source celestial whence they came: "Consider well, O mortal man! How wise is Heaven's benignant plan; When skies are black and tempests lower, Mark not alone the Thunderer's power, But in his ways, at every turn, His kindly providence discern!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEEDLE THREADER IN NEED OF A NEEDLE by DARA WIER GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER MOUNT PIERUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE EVE OF BANNOCKBURN by JOHN BARBOUR |