LOVE on roses sweetly sleeps, But when storms their peril pour, Hail to Friendship, she who keeps Vigil at the prison door! Love, the tyrant, makes to flow Tears which when he will he dries; On the chain fresh weight will throw, To share the burden Friendship tries. Love on roses sweetly sleeps, But when storms their peril pour, Hail to Friendship, she who keeps Vigil at the prison door! When late amid our hundred gaols My muse had found the patriot's fate, Scarce was she barred within the rails, Friendship came rapping at the gate. Love on roses sweetly sleeps, But when storms their peril pour, Hail to Friendship, she who keeps Vigil at the prison door! Thrice happy, who when freed from chains, And hate, and pity's helpless sigh Forgotten; thinks how 'mid his pains Friendship stood undaunted by. Love on roses sweetly sleeps, But when storms their peril pour, Hail to Friendship, she who keeps Vigil at the prison door! Friends, what is fame to him who's bent 'Neath tyranny? Let's quit renown, Forego the marble monument And pillowed sleep on couch of down. Love on roses sweetly sleeps, But when storms their peril pour, Hail to Friendship, she who keeps Vigil at the prison door! In safe seclusion let us meet, And laugh at winter's wasting touch; I think e'en Time he may defeat, Who's got from out the gaoler's clutch. Love on roses sweetly slecps, But when storms their peril pour, Hail to Friendship, she who keeps Vigil at the prison door! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF WENCHES by FRANCOIS VILLON ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE; A LEGEND OF FRANCE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |