MORTAL! if e'er thy spirits faint, By grief or pain opprest, Seek not vain hope, or sour complaint, To cheer or ease thy breast: But view thy bitterest pangs as sent A shadow of that doom, Which is the soul's just punishment In its own guilt's true home. Be thine own judge; hate thy proud heart; And while the sad drops flow, E'en let thy will attend the smart, And sanctify thy woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISCORDANTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY FIELD AMBULANCE IN RETREAT; VIA DOLOROSA, VIA SACRA by MAY SINCLAIR THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A PORTRAIT BY EDWARD STEICHEN (RACHMANINOFF) by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. |