A CRUST of bread and a corner to sleep in, A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD TRAVELOGUE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG DECEMBER by ELIZABETH V. AUVACHE ON THE DEATH OF MR. GARRICK by JANE BOWDLER TO THE DAUGHTER OF A NYMPH by AGNES COCHRAN BUAMBLETT SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |