William Cowper

There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.

We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not read more

We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not to be his slaves.

Then liberty, like day,
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven
Fires all the read more

Then liberty, like day,
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven
Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark!
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.

There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark!
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and read more

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.