THE world is with me and its many cares, Its woes -- its wants -- the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all terrestrial affairs -- The shades of former and of future years -- Foreboding fancies, and prophetic tears, Quelling a spirit that was once elate: -- Heavens! what a wilderness the earth appears, Where Youth, and Mirth, and Health are out of date! But no -- a laugh of innocence and joy Resounds, like music of the fairy race, And gladly turning from the world's annoy I gaze upon a little radiant face, And bless, internally, the merry boy Who "makes a @3son-shine@1 in a shady-place." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIMES GO BY TURNS by ROBERT SOUTHWELL EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD PLAYFORD; A DESCRIPTIVE FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON THE THINKER'S VISION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ECHOES OF SPRING: 5 by MATHILDE BLIND |