In this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit, How seldom art thou found -- Tranquillity! Unless 'tis when with mild and downcast eye By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit Of sleeping infants -- watching the soft breath, And bidding the sweet slumberers easy lie; Or sometimes hanging o'er the bed of death, Where the poor languid sufferer -- hopes to die. O beauteous sister of the halcyon peace! I sure shall find thee in that heavenly scene Where Care and Anguish shall their power resign; Where hope alike, and vain regret shall cease, And Memory -- lost in happiness serene, Repeat no more -- that misery has been mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE WINTER RAIN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VENUS AND ADONIS by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 1. MRS. VERNON CASTLE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A REMEMBRANCE OF SOME ENGLISH POETS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |