Thus safely low, my friend, thou canst not fall: Here reigns a deep tranquillity o'er all: No noise, no care, no vanity, no strife; Men, woods, and fields, all breathe untroubled life. Then keep each passion down, however dear; Trust me, the tender are the most severe. Guard, while 'tis thine, thy philosophic ease, And ask no joy but that of virtuous peace; That bids defiance to the storms of fate. High bliss is only for a higher state! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOOLIN' WID DE SEASONS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE FOOL'S PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL SUPER FLUMINA BABYLONIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) SAINT MAY: A CITY LYRIC by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY |