They must find it sweet to pray Who like you have understood All the charm of being good, All the worth of being gay. By the thought that we are clay, Is proud grief itself subdued, May the secret of the Rood In your sorrow be your stay! Spring your pleasures will renew, For the heart is merry after That to Heaven hath been true; And, more low for Lenten calm, Then the music of your laughter Will have joy as of a psalm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 5. THE SOLDIER by RUPERT BROOKE THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION A HYMN WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE A MORTIFYING MISTAKE by ANNA MARIA PRATT A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |