IN the sweet morn of life, when health and joy Laugh in the eye, and o'er each sunny plain A mild celestial softness seems to reign, Ah! who could dream what woes the heart annoy? No saddening sighs disturb the vernal gale Which fans the wild-wood music on the ear; Unbathed the sparkling eye with pity's tear, Save listening to the aged soldier's tale, The heart's slow grief, which wastes the child of wo, And lovely injured woman's cruel wrong, We hear not in the sky-lark's morning song, We hear not in the gales that o'er us blow, Visions devoid of wo which childhood drew, How oft shall my sad heart your soothing scenes renew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL A FOREST HYMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE MOUSE by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES THE OLD CAMP; WRITTEN IN A ROMAN FORTIFICATION IN BAVARIA by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |