While ev'ry Joy, successful Youth! is thine, Be no unpleasing Melancholy mine. Me long, ah long! may these soft Cares engage; To rock the Cradle of reposing Age, With lenient Arts prolong a Parent's Breath, Make Languor smile, and smooth the Bed of Death. Me, when the Cares my better Years have shown Another's Age, shall hasten on my own; Shall some kind Hand, like B***'s or thine, Lead gently down, and favour the Decline? In Wants, in Sickness, shall a Friend be nigh, Explore my Thought, and watch my asking Eye? Whether that Blessing be deny'd, or giv'n, Thus far, is right; the rest belongs to Heav'n. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MESSAGES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE WORLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH FIRST VOYAGE OF COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9. VISION OF THE WORLD by T. BAKER |