Sighing I see yon little troop at play, By Sorrow yet untouch'd, unhurt by Care; While free and sportive they enjoy to-day, "Content and careless of to-morrow's fare!" O happy age! when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth; Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay To wound the wretched pilgrims of the earth; Making them rue the hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world so full of pain, Where prosperous folly treads on patient worth, And, to deaf Pride, Misfortune pleads in vain! Ah! -- for their future fate how many fears Oppress my heart -- and fill mine eyes with tears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 24 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SWEET PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON THE LAST STILE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AN EPISTLE TO J. BL-K-N, ESQ.: ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN BYROM |