SINCE life in sorrow must be spent, So be it--I am well content, And meekly wait my last remove, Seeking only growth in love. No bliss I seek, but to fulfil In life, in death, Thy lovely will; No succours in my woes I want, Save what Thou art pleased to grant. Our days are numbered, let us spare Our anxious hearts a needless care: 'Tis Thine to number out our days; Ours to give them to Thy praise. Love is our only business here, Love, simple, constant, and sincere; O blessed days Thy servants see, Spent, O Lord! in pleasing Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS by PADRAIC COLUM THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ROCOCO by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE GODODDIN: CARADOC by ANEIRIN EIGHT VOLUNTEERS by LANSING C. BAILEY THE DROWNED HIDALGO DREAMS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET EPIGRAM ON THE COUNTESS OF SOMERSET'S PICTURE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |