What on Earth deserves our Trust? Youth and Beauty both are dust. Long we gathering are with pain, What one Moment calls again. Seaven years Childless Marriage past, A Son, A Son is born at last; So exactly limm'd and Fair, Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Aire, As a long life promised; Yet, in less than six weeks, dead. Too promising, too great a Mind In so small room to be confin'd: Therfore, fit in Heav'n to dwell, He quickly broke the Prison shell. So the Subtle Alchymist, Can't with Hermes=seal resist The Powerfull Spirit's subtler flight, But 'twill bid him long good night. So the Sun, if it arise Half so Glorious as his Ey's, Like this Infant, takes a shroud, Bury'd in a morning Cloud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 54 by PHILIP SIDNEY TO A PRESIDENT by WALT WHITMAN THE LAMP OF HERO by LOUISE VICTORINE ACKERMANN |