The rush and whirl of urban ways Too often rack the nerves and daze The brain with ceaseless change and din; Too often kill ere hope can win Ambition's prize of pelf or praise. And yet we chafe at small delays, And fiercely dash through workful days, To be, at last, extinguished in The rush and whirl. For me a rustic hearth and blaze, My pipe, my dog, a book of lays, And love, to soothe a chance chagrin, And I will be Contentment's twin, And jeer with mirthful laugh and phrase The rush and whirl! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |