My Good Right Hand
by MAB
I FELL into grief, and began to complain I looked for a friend, but I sought him in vain Companions were shy, and acquaintance were cold They gave me good counsel, but dreaded their gold "Let them go," I exclaimed : " I've a friend at my side To lift me, and aid me, whatever betide To trust to the world is to build on the sand I'll trust but in Heaven and my good Right Hand Source (copied/pasted from): http://www.archive.org/stream/englishpoemssele01jennuoft/englishpoemssele01jennuoft_djvu.txt I read this poem when i was in grade 5 or 6 and since then it has given be renewed courage, determination and motivation in times of distress. Click here to read or post comments. |