For that small heart that beats beneath my own, I ask but this, in earth's chaotic blare: Not fame or riches, when it beats alone -- Save as they come -- but may it be aware Of those high moments that a life can give, And hold them precious as they come and go; That life may be a joyous thing to live: To reap, without regret, what it may sow. Let tang of Autumn, mornings in the Spring, Touch deep the soul, bring yearnings and despair; And may the sea's soft utterances bring The call, resistless, leading none knows where. You whom I bear into a world of strife, O, be aware of beauty, and love life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DICKENS IN CAMP by FRANCIS BRET HARTE TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH; ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEM, 'PETER BELL' by BERNARD BARTON THE LAST MAN: MIDNIGHT HYMN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES GOD OF PROGRESS by ALICE GILL BENTON |