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Poem
June 23, 1849
Republican Herald
Providence, Providence County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A reflective poem using the metaphor of life's road, where youth brings hope and few griefs, trouble drives onward like a post-boy, joy lags behind, and death is an inevitable inn with a divine prospect beyond.
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THE ROAD OF LIFE.
BY SAMUEL LOVER.
"Oh! youth, happy youth, what a blessing,
In thy freshness of dawn and of dew.
When Hope the young heart is caressing,
And our griefs are but light and but few;
But in life, as it swiftly flies o'er us,
Some musing, for sadness, we find;
In youth we've our troubles before us,
In age we leave pleasure behind.
"Ah, Trouble's the post-boy that drives us,
Up hill till we get to the top,
While Joy's an old servant behind us,
We call on, forever to stop.
On! put on the drag, Joy, my jewel,
As long as the sunset still glows;
Before it is dark 'twould be cruel
To haste to the hill-foot's repose.
"But there stands an inn we must stop at,
An extinguisher swings for a sign;
That house is but cold and but narrow,
But the prospect beyond is divine!
And there, whence there's never returning,
When we travel, as travel we must,
May the gates be all free for our journey,
And the tears of our friends lay the dust!"
BY SAMUEL LOVER.
"Oh! youth, happy youth, what a blessing,
In thy freshness of dawn and of dew.
When Hope the young heart is caressing,
And our griefs are but light and but few;
But in life, as it swiftly flies o'er us,
Some musing, for sadness, we find;
In youth we've our troubles before us,
In age we leave pleasure behind.
"Ah, Trouble's the post-boy that drives us,
Up hill till we get to the top,
While Joy's an old servant behind us,
We call on, forever to stop.
On! put on the drag, Joy, my jewel,
As long as the sunset still glows;
Before it is dark 'twould be cruel
To haste to the hill-foot's repose.
"But there stands an inn we must stop at,
An extinguisher swings for a sign;
That house is but cold and but narrow,
But the prospect beyond is divine!
And there, whence there's never returning,
When we travel, as travel we must,
May the gates be all free for our journey,
And the tears of our friends lay the dust!"
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Road Of Life
Youth
Age
Trouble
Joy
Death
Journey
What entities or persons were involved?
By Samuel Lover.
Poem Details
Title
The Road Of Life.
Author
By Samuel Lover.
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
"Oh! Youth, Happy Youth, What A Blessing,
"Ah, Trouble's The Post Boy That Drives Us,
"But There Stands An Inn We Must Stop At,
And The Tears Of Our Friends Lay The Dust!"