THE shipwrack'd bark cannot more sure convey Our human life into the raging sea: Nor darts to mark can more directly fly: Nor floods to th' ocean, than we post to die. Then happy thou, who dost so well begin, And so thy race hold on, the palm to win! Blest Runner! that when tir'd, and lying down, Dost rise possess'd of an Eternal Crown. Only by closing here thy mortal eyes, Opens the passage to celestial joys. Then let him take the Earth who loves to reign, Yet a small tract, e'er long, shall him contain; Where he as monarch cannot be obey'd, For saucy worms his limits shall invade. If all must die, why should we fear and grieve, Since dying is the only way to live? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTIC by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 8. THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN ENGLISH SHELL by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING THE HERMIT THRUSH by JOHN BURROUGHS VERMONT FARMING TOOLS by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY MOMENT MUSICALE by BLISS CARMAN ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG MAN OF FORTUNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |