I. WHEN once, in "Merrie England," A prisoner of state Stood waiting death or exile, Submissive to his fate, He made this famous answer, -- "Si longa, levis; Si dura, brevis; Go tell your tyrant chief, Long pains are light ones, Cruel ones are brief!" II. Alas! we all are culprits; Our bodies doomed to bear Discomforts and diseases, And none may 'scape his share; But God in pity orders, Si longa, levis; Si dura, brevis; He grants us this relief, Long pains are light ones, Cruel ones are brief. III. Nor less the mind must suffer Its weight of care and woe, Afflictions and bereavements Itself can only know; But let us still remember, Si longa, levis; Si dura, brevis; To moderate our grief, -- Long pains are light ones, Cruel ones are brief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM, FR. LETTER TO HARVEY by EDMUND SPENSER GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN DON'T YOU SEE? by KATHARINE LEE BATES TO MARIE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE PLASTER ON THE CHIMNEY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |