poetry corner on easter sunday

[Mary Barkett]

From: Alexander Pope

An Essay on Man: Epistle 1

verses 131-140

 

 

Ask for what end the heav'nly bodies shine,

 

Earth for whose use?  Pride answers, "Tis for mine:

 

For me kind Nature wakes her genial pow'r,

 

Suckles each herb, and spreads out ev'ry flow'r;

 

Annual for me, the grape, the rose renew,

 

The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew;

 

For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings;

 

For me, health gushes from a thousand springs;

 

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;

 

My foot-stool earth, my canopy the skies."

 

 

and peace... be with all of you...