SORROW hath a double voice, Sharp to-day but sweet to-morrow: Wait in patience, hope, rejoice, Tried friends of sorrow. Pleasure hath a double taste, Sweet to-day, but sharp to-morrow: Friends of pleasure, rise in haste, Make friends with sorrow. Pleasure set aside to-day Comes again to rule to-morrow: Welcomed sorrow will not stay, Farewell to sorrow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODS IN WINTER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO AMERICA by JAMES MONROE WHITFIELD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 61. AL-MO'HYI by EDWIN ARNOLD ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE COMET by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |