I How May doth call us with her sweetest voice, Fragrant with blossoms on this moonlit night! "Take of my wine, and in new birth rejoice; Leave care and toil, the sordid city's plight. Oh, dying Man, come to the source of Life, And hush in Nature all the sounds of strife." II Wondrous the vision, and we fain would go But that a nobler pleasure calls us here. Charm, Nature, as thou wilt, thou canst not throw A spell to win us like the smile and tear. In what Love, Friendship, Duty, Service can, We know God's greatest miracle is Man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WRITTEN ON WHITSUN-MONDAY, 1795 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE STRING AROUND MY FINGER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD PASTURES by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS THE HERON BALLADS: 1. FIRST BALLAD IN THROAT by ROBERT BURNS |