Some rascals hurt a smaller boy In rough and brutal play. "Don't mind such things," an old man said, "They go, but you will stay." Stout words are those for all that walk The weary ways of men; The woe, the fret we once have met Will not return again; They vanish like the skulking mist The morning drives away, To-morrow they will be forgot, While we -- ah, we shall stay! Above the shallow clouds of time Our radiant souls will rise, And what will be a nettle's prick When we are in the skies? And what will be earth's longest night In heaven's endless day? Forget the fears, the stings, the tears; They go, but you will stay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT LIBERTY FOR ALL by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE SONG (10) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE |