When times are hard and old friends fall away And all alone I lose my hope and pluck, Doubting if God can hear me when I pray, And brood upon myself and curse my luck, Envying some stranger for his handsome face, His wit, his wealth, his chances, or his friends, Desiring this man's brains and that man's place, And vexed with all I have that makes amends, Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, -- By chance I think of you; and then my mind, Like music from deep sullen murmurs rising To peals and raptures, leaves the earth behind: For if you care for me, what need I care To own the world or be a millionaire? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK PRAYER OF A SOLDIER IN FRANCE by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN REVEL by ABUL HASAN OF SANTA MARIA ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE ON MR. CHURCHILL'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY (NOVEMBER 30, 1944) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |