SOME there are who seem exempted From the doom incurr'd by all; Are they not more sorely tempted? Are they not the first to fall? As a mother's firm denial Checks her infant's wayward mood, Wisdom lurks in every trial -- Grief was sent thee for thy good. In the scenes of former pleasure, Present anguish hast thou felt? O'er thy fond heart's dearest treasure As a mourner hast thou knelt? In the hour of deep affliction, Let no impious thought intrude, Meekly bow with this conviction, Grief was sent thee for thy good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE LEAK IN THE DIKE; A STORY OF HOLLAND by PHOEBE CARY SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS; SEA-MEWS IN WINTER TIME by JEAN INGELOW HERTHA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ECSTACY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |