Best Thing In The World, The
What’s the best thing in the world? / June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
I THINK we are too ready with complaint
In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might grow faint
To muse upon eternity's constraint
Round our aspirant souls; but since the scope
Must widen early, is it well to droop,
For a few days consumed in loss and taint ?
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted
And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road
Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread
Be bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod
To meet the flints ? At least it may be said
'Because the way is short, I thank thee, God.'
What’s the best thing in the world? / June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound / I strive and struggle to deliver right
Thou comest! all is said without a word. / I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
Which is the weakest thing of all / Mine heart can ponder?