Good heaven, I thank thee since it was designed I should be framed but of the weaker kind, That yet my soul is rescued from the love Of all those trifles which their passions move. Pleasures, and praise, and plenty have with me But their just value. If allowed they be, Freely and thankfully as much I taste As will not reason or religion waste. If they're denied, I on myself can live, And slight those aids unequal chance does give: When in the sun, my wings can be displayed, And in retirement, I can bless the shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL by KATHARINE LEE BATES A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |