Is there whom genius and whom taste adorn With rare but happy union; in whose breast Calm, philosophic, thoughtful, largely fraught With stores of various knowledge, dwell the powers That trace out secret causes, and unveil Great Nature's awful face? Is there whose hours Of still domestic leisure breathe the soul Of friendship, peace, and elegant delight Beneath poetic shades, where leads the Muse Through walks of fragrance, and the fairy groves Where young ideas blossom? -- Is there one Whose tender hand, lenient of human woes, Wards off the dart of death, and smooths the couch Of torturing anguish? On so dear a name May blessings dwell, honour, and cordial praise; Nor need he be a brother to be loved. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER THE BUSY HEART by RUPERT BROOKE BEFORE ACTION by WILLIAM NOEL HODGSON THE DAY IS DONE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |