LET him who will sing Beauty's praise, In honeyed word and heated phrase Her virtues tell; But thou, my muse, thy accents raise To sing that star of quenchless rays, -- A constant heart! Ah, well may Beauty please us when Fond Peace to Mirth looks love again, And all is bright; But when dull Care and Sorrow blend T' oppress my soul, oh, give me then A constant heart! When summer skies and smiling seas Bring gladness to my hours of ease, Let Beauty smile: With sadder days my soul there 'll seize A longing naught but thou 'lt appease, A constant heart! How soon upon Time's widening sea Do Beauty's charms take wings and flee, By Care o'ercome! Mid billows of adversity, Then brighter still thy beams will be, O constant heart! When dark and drear my life-road seems, And Hope withholds her precious gleams, I'll sadly muse; Then like the smiles of angels beams A vision bright that comes in my dreams, Of a constant heart! Then sing I not vain Beauty's praise, -- A thing that fades with summer days And soon is gone; But through life's dubious gloomy maze Be thou my star of quenchless rays, O constant heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH A DROP OF DEW by ANDREW MARVELL THE JACOBITE ON TOWER HILL by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY IN THE ST. GOTTHARDT PASS by MATHILDE BLIND |