SOUL, rule thy passions, dry thy weeping eyes, Thou, breath of Heav'n, should'st earthly cares despise: When fiercest troubles thus disturb thy rest, To their assaults oppose a constant breast. O'er Fortune's pow'r then shalt thou have command: So rocks unmov'd 'gainst beating surges stand. Nor boast, if in this conflict thou o'ercome, Or when subdu'd, poorly lament at home. Think, having cause to grieve, or to rejoice, No course of human things is in thy choice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ON MRS PRIESTLEY'S LEAVING WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE RWOSE IN THE DARK by WILLIAM BARNES AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 3 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |