Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GIFTS OF GOD, by JONES VERY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The light that fills thy house at morn Last Line: What none can ever buy for gold. | ||||||||
THE light that fills thy house at morn, Thou canst not for thyself retain; But all who with thee here are born, It bids to share an equal gain. The wind that blows thy ship along, Her swelling sails cannot confine; Alike to all the gales belong, Nor canst thou claim a breath as thine. The earth, the green out-spreading earth, Why hast thou fenced it off from me? Hadst thou than I a nobler birth, Who callest thine a gift so free? The wave, the blue encircling wave, No chains can bind, no fetters hold; Its thunders tell of Him who gave What none can ever buy for gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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