If age and sickness, poverty and pain, Should each assault me with alternate plagues, I know mankind is destin'd to complain, And I submit to torment and fatigues. The pious farmer, who ne'er misses pray'rs, With patience suffers unexpected rain; He blesses Heav'n for what its bounty spares, And sees, resign'd, a crop of blighted grain. But, spite of sermons, farmers would blaspheme, If a star fell to set their thatch on flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS L'ENVOI: THE RETURN OF THE SIRE DE NESLE, A.D. 16 - by HERMAN MELVILLE RICHARD CORY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT |