A MAN lived fifty years joy dashed with tears; Loved, toiled; had wife and child, and lost them; died; And left of all his long life's work one little song. That lasted nought beside. Like the Monk Felix' bird, that song was heard; Doubt prayed, Faith soared, Death smiled itself to sleep; That song saved souls. You say The man paid stiffly? Nay. God paid and thought it cheap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOLCINO TO MARGARET by CHARLES KINGSLEY TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE TO THE DAISY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE COLLEGE, 1917 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG HA! HA! HO! HO! by BERTON BRALEY CLIMBING by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |