SWEET is life's crown of quiet; sweet is age, With tranquil days, unmarred by joy or dole, Void of desire, save that with just control I may administer Christ's heritage: Long since he heard my vow, the heartless gage Not spurning; took my tear-stained, love-writ scroll, And words of strength and healing for the soul Wrote with his own heart's blood across the page. Passion is all forgotten, pain is fled: Yet oft, 'mid idle phantoms of the mind, Returns my earlier Self, with scornful eyes, Saying -- "Thou deemest age hath made thee wise, And knowest not that thou art deaf, and blind, And palsied. Live in peace; for I am dead." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS |