THE child whose eyes were never blest With heavenly light, or lost it soon, About another's neck will rest Its arm, and walk like you at noon; The blind old man will place his palm Upon a child's fresh-blooming head, And follow through the croud in calm That infantine and trusty tread. We, too, that in our spirits dark Traverse a wild and weary way, May in these sweet resources mark A lesson, and be safe as they: Resting, when young, in happy faith On fair affection's daily bond, And afterwards resigned to death, Feeling the childly life beyond. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING COCK-CROW by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS AUTUMN; WRITTEN IN THE GROUNDS OF MARTIN COLE, ESQ. by BERNARD BARTON BLUE BUTTERFLY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE by VINCENT BOURNE THE MUD-FISH, BY AN INDIGNANT TORY FOOTMAN by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS |