NOR scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend The Soul's eternal interests to promote: Death, darkness, danger, are our natural lot; And evil Spirits 'may' our walk attend For aught the wisest know or comprehend; Then be 'good' Spirits free to breathe a note Of elevation; let their odours float Around these Converts; and their glories blend, The midnight stars outshining, or the blaze Of the noon-day. Nor doubt that golden cords Of good works, mingling with the visions, raise The Soul to purer worlds: and 'who' the line Shall draw, the limits of the power define, That even imperfect faith to man affords? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO HIS CONSCIENCE by ROBERT HERRICK STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MORAL FABLES: THE SWALLOW, AND THE OTHER BIRDS by AESOP |