When musing near a quiet stream, Of how true, happy minds are rare; How some men mourn their fleeting days, And still unhappy thoughts they bear; How others fear the loss of wealth, Though much they have above their share; While some men strive in vain for fame, Till pale and lean, and white their hair: 'Poor fools,' thought I, amazed at this -- 'Why should true happy minds be rare? If on these things we set no price, Where is their power to @3make@1 us care? Such cares, invented by ourselves, Have no wise substance anywhere.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON THE DESERTED LOVER CONSOLETH HIMSELF ... by THOMAS WYATT WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY THE HWOMESTEAD A-VELL INTO HAND by WILLIAM BARNES |