To the thorns of life I'm more indebted Than am I to the roses sweet. They will not let me lie contented While round me there are tasks to meet. They prod me on to nobler action Nor long allow me quiet ease, But keep on pricking at my conscience, And often drive me to my knees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG |