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Poem December 2, 1823

Palladium Of Virginia And The Pacific Monitor

Lewisburg, Greenbrier County, West Virginia

What is this article about?

A reflective poem on the inevitable sorrows and thorns hidden in life's joys, including disappointment, loss of friends and family, and mortality, urging acceptance of these pains.

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FOR THE FRANKLIN GAZETTE
THE THORN OF LIFE.
BY WILLIAM B. TAPPAN.

We see, in life's wide wilderness
Some plants of fair and varied mien;
Love's rose springs here; while there, distress
The night shade rank, is seen.

With choicest care, we cull the flowers
That breathe of beauty and of morn;
But while the banquet charms the eye
We feel the secret thorn.

And who is free from sorrow's thorn?

Joy's sparkling beverage dost thou sip
Thou may'st; but soon the poisonous dreg
Shall meet thy quivering lip.

Thy morning, gay, perchance, hath shone,
And Hope, exulting, plumed its flight
At noon, the stern destroyer came
With disappointment's blight.

Hast friends? thou hast; yet the last sun.
That saw thy bliss, hath seen the dust,
Whose cruel fang shall pierce thy friend
And wring thy fondly heart.

Thy wife, thy offspring; whence that sigh
Too well I trace the secret tear;
For thou, who wife and offspring knew
Hath wept upon their bier.

Love hath its chill, and mirth the sigh,
And who may boast a cloudless morn?
Mortal! that cull'st the flowers of life.
Think not to 'scape the thorn.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode

What themes does it cover?

Moral Virtue Death Mourning

What keywords are associated?

Thorn Of Life Sorrow Disappointment Loss Of Friends Death Of Family Moral Reflection

What entities or persons were involved?

By William B. Tappan.

Poem Details

Title

The Thorn Of Life.

Author

By William B. Tappan.

Subject

Life's Sorrows And Thorns

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains

Key Lines

And Who Is Free From Sorrow's Thorn? Mortal! That Cull'st The Flowers Of Life. Think Not To 'Scape The Thorn.

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