Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CALL OF HAPPINESS, by CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS First Line: O happiness! Thy vision comes to me Last Line: Will welcome us unto thy final sphere. Subject(s): Happiness; Pleasure; Joy; Delight | ||||||||
O Happiness! thy vision comes to me In kisses of Egyptian lavender; Sung by mermaids on a silver sea, In verses of the moon so calm and tender. No one can doubt thy presence and thy meaning, Resounding silken-smooth and blissful-teeming O'er the worldjoy-waves from pain redeeming. I have met thee far awaywild sails of long Ago. Thy masts were furled with creeds untrue, When Grecian gods, the Muses, and thy worshippers in song Dreamed naught lay there beyond eternal blue. Prayer was then, in gold and silver wrought, Thy heaven but an incense-stream of pleasure bought In clouded wine,sold in sensuous thought. But thou hast sacked the ages of their madness, And breathed beyond the tryst of heathen stars. From Bethlehem thy messengers bring gladness Great tidings o'er this bitter world of ours. Thou speakest then in strongest jubilation, Thy joys fulfilled to highest consecration; Thy one big tearthe Cross of Expiation. O Happiness, thou hast no nobler gem than prayer, That silent meditation of the soul, When real things touch us vividly, and where Thy rich accords and richest current roll Outward to the shore of Paradise. There, wafts no water but knows thine eyes, Where sundered stars breathe only in thy sighs. Thou art purest in the little child, Caressing lovingly each new-bought toy; Frail, floating innocence, yet wild In laughter, song, merry-play and joy. O to be a child again!the Fairy Tales, Old Santa Clausthose kindergarten days, With chant from little primerthe dreams of tiny sails! Thou art a limpid spirit on our wedding day, To vanish with us on the wings of love. That fairest floweringMotherhoodthy way That brings an angel for the God above. Oh! grow thou then, amid the garden of our joys, Make it sweet and holy for our children's plays, Each tree and bowereach little petal, be their toys. Be on our death-bed, Happiness, where the shadows lie; And Faith becomes still more the garment of our soul. Weave gently the ending of our life, and try To comfort us in verses on the Scroll That make us feel thy grandest prize is near. Then thy ties, thy friendship, peace,God Himself, Will welcome us unto thy final sphere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CROWD CONDITIONS by JOHN ASHBERY I WILL NOT BE CLAIMED by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#21): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN'S HAPPINESS by MARVIN BELL A PROPOSAL by CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS |
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