FROM early youth I ploughed the restless Main, My mind as restless and as apt to change; Through every clime and ocean did I range, In hope at length a competence to gain; For poor to Sea I went, and poor I still remain. Year after year I strove, but strove in vain, And hardships manifold did I endure, For Fortune on me never deigned to smile; Yet I at last a resting-place have found, With just enough life's comforts to procure, In a snug Cove on this our favoured Isle, A peaceful spot where Nature's gifts abound; Then sure I have no reason to complain, Though poor to Sea I went, and poor I still remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING PSALM 18. DILIGAM TE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TREE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON |