The doubt of future foes Exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares As threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, And subject faith doth ebb; Which would not be if reason ruled, Or wisdom weav'd the web. But clouds of toys untried Do cloak aspiring minds; Which turn to rain of late repent, By course of changed winds; The top of hope suppos'd The root of ruth will be; And fruitless all their graffed guiles, As shortly ye shall see. Then dazzled eyes with pride, Which great ambition blinds, Shall be unseal'd by worthy wights, Whose foresight falsehood finds. The Daughter of Debate, That eke discord doth sow, Shall reap no gain where former rule Hath taught still peace to grow. No foreign banish'd wight Shall anchor in this port; Our realm it brooks no strangers' force,, Let them elsewhere resort. Our rusty sword with rest Shall first his edge employ, Shall poll their tops that seek Such change, and gape for joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG ODE TO BEAUTY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A SONNET by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 1 by JOHN BYROM |