I 1 Did I grow, or did I stay? Did I prosper or decay? When I so From things to thoughts did go? Did I flourish or diminish, When I so in thoughts did finish What I had in things begun; When from God's works to think upon The thoughts of men my soul did come? The thoughts of men, had they been wise, Should more delight me than the skies. They mighty creatures are, For these the mind Affect, afflict, do ease or grind; But foolish thoughts ensnare. 2 Wise ones are a sacred treasure; True ones yield substantial pleasure: Compar'd to them, I things as shades esteem. False ones are a foolish flourish (Such as mortals chiefly nourish), When I them to things compare, Compar'd to things, they trifles are; Bad thoughts do hurt, deceive, ensnare. A good man's thoughts are of such price That they create a Paradise: But he that misemploys That faculty, God, men, and angels doth defy; Robs them of all their joys. II My childhood is a sphere Wherein ten thousand heavenly joys appear: Those @3thoughts@1 it doth include, And those affections, which review'd, Again present to me In better sort the @3things@1 which I did see. Imaginations real are, Unto my mind again repair: Which makes my life a circle of delights; A hidden sphere of obvious benefits: An earnest that the actions of the just Shall still revive, and flourish in the dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN THE REWARD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |