ALL words are said, And may it fall That, crowning these, You here shall find A friendly bed, A sheltering wall, Your body's ease, A quiet mind. May you forget In happy sleep The world that still You hold as friend, And may it yet Be ours to keep Your friendly will To the world's end. For he is blest Who, fixed to shun All evil, when The worst is known, Counts, east and west, When life is done, His debts to men In love alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 63 by PHILIP SIDNEY PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON MY HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO THE SHAH (1) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |