SAY, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills -- Among the happiest-looking homes of men Scattered all Britain over, through deep glen, On airy upland, and by forest rills, And o'er wide plains cheered by the lark that trills His sky-born warblings -- does aught meet your ken More fit to animate the Poet's pen, Aught that more surely by its aspect fills Pure minds with sinless envy, than the Abode Of the good Priest: who, faithful through all hours To his high charge, and truly serving God, Has yet a heart and hand for trees and flowers, Enjoys the walks his predecessors trod, Nor covets lineal rights in lands and towers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST AMERICAN CONGRESS by JOEL BARLOW THE CHILD AN' THE MOWERS by WILLIAM BARNES THE MISTLETOE BOUGH by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE WORLD'S DESIRE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA YOUTH SPEAKS by MABEL M. BURTON |