Far better in its place the lowliest bird Should sing aright to Him the lowliest song, Than that a seraph strayed should take the word And sing His glory wrong. Friend, it is time to work. I say to thee, Thou dost all earthly good by much excel; Thou and God's blessing are enough for me: My work, my work - farewell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNET TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI by DANTE ALIGHIERI DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE [JULY 29, 1866] by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY |