Behold the human race! What wonder thing!
My tears in sadness wet, in joy they`re bright.
We have the fancy things of a queen, king,
And female voices for the ear jut right.
And when of age our faces turn to old,
What animal compares with such a look?
We have the patience to work the pearl, the gold,
And hands the most delicious meals to cook.
So then with a loud voice and surely clean
I can cry out all o`er the universe,
“Yes, listen now, this`s what I truly mean:
The human race is far from any curse.”
The ground is rich enough to give the flowers,
But mind immmense is God who makes us towers.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Passing of the Elder Bards by William Wordsworth
- A Father Out, An’ Mother Hwome by William Barnes
- Olney Hymn 60: Abuse Of The Gospel by William Cowper
- Bees A-Zwarmen by William Barnes
- Genesis by Vachel Lindsay
- Full Moon by Walter de la Mare
- One Sweet White Light
- How Do You Produce Original Articles?
- Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare
- A Different September by Steve Sant
- Алексей Жемчужников – Привет весны
- Storm and Sunlight by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про белого слона
- When that I was and a little tiny boy by William Shakespeare
- Lines Written in Windsor Forest poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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