Hang not thy harp upon the willow, Mourn not a brighter, happier day, But touch the chord, and life's wild billow Will shrinking foam its shame away. Then strike the chord and raise the strain Which brightens that dark clouded brow; Oh! beam one sunshine smile again, And I'll forgive thy sadness now. Tho' darkness, gloom, and doubt surround thee, Thy bark, tho' frail, shall safely ride; The storm and whirlwind may rage round thee, But thou wilt all their wrath abide. Hang not thy harp upon the willow Which weeps o'er every passing wave; Tho' life is but a restless pillow, There's calm and peace beyond the grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO MILITARY PROGRESS by MARIANNE MOORE THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER I SAW THREE SHIPS by MOTHER GOOSE PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |