FROM pompous life's dull masquerade, From Pride's pursuits, and Passion's war, Far, my Cordelia, very far, To thee and me may Heaven assign The silent pleasures of the shade, The joys of peace, unenvied, though divine! Safe in the calm embowering grove, As thy own lovely brow serene; Behold the world's fantastic scene! What low pursuits employ the great, What tinsel things their wishes move, The forms of Fashion, and the toys of State. In vain are all Contentment's charms, Her placid mien, her cheerful eye; For look, Cordelia, how they fly! Allured by power, applause, or gain, They fly her kind protecting arms; Ah, blind to pleasure, and in love with pain! Turn and indulge a fairer view; Smile on the joys which here conspire— O joys harmonious as my lyre! O prospect of enchanting things, As ever slumbering poet knew, When Love and Fancy wrapp'd him in their wings! Here, no ride storm of passion blows, But sports, and smiles, and virtues play, Cheer'd by affection's purest ray; The air still breathes contentment's balm, And the clear stream of pleasure flows For ever active, yet for ever calm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ANIMALS, AND THEIR COUNTRIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 18. DILIGAM TE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONG OF SOLOMON: AWAKE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GIFTS AND GIVERS by BERTON BRALEY |