Cheerfulness Taught By Reason Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Cheerfulness Taught By Reason
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. '
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge. beautiful and great write great 10+++++++++
To meet the flints? At least it may be said ' Because the way is short, I thank thee, God. '....touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.
A beautifully crafted sonnet with interlinked rhymes on cultivating a nature of cheerfulness rather than one of complaining.
Beautiful poem! . Generally, human beings are ever complaining of the the things unaccomplished rather than counting the blessings bestowed on us by God. A compelling poem by Elizabeth Browning
A fabulous inspirational poem advocating to take life in it's stride and make the most of it in spite of complaining for hard times or troubles confronting therein. A well deserved classic of the D
In this unfair World! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/15/2024 5:17:47 AM # 1.0.0
Instead of complaining it is better to be satisfied with what better things we have to go ahead in life! Thanks for sharing this nice sonnet by Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning!
Right you are Sir