Take a month of praise, and a month of prayer, And a month of earnest thought, And a month of labor free from care, At the Upper Market bought. Repeat the measure once and again, And over the flame of love Set the savory dish until angels and men Its odor of grace approve. And while it is winning the heart of the fire, Toss in a morsel of mirth, And a cordial made of a high desire Grown sweet from the sky and earth. And stir it and stir it with vigor amain, Nor mind the fall of a tear, For out of the joy and the toil and the pain Will come a glorious year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS MOTHER NATURE by EMILY DICKINSON THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE INDIAN BURYING GROUND by PHILIP FRENEAU SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN EPITAPH ON CHARLES II by JOHN WILMOT |