Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

May 23, 1799 - May 3, 1845


The world is with me, and its many cares...

by Thomas Hood

The world is with me, and its many cares,
Its woes -- its wants -- the anxious hopes and fears
That wait on all terrestrial affairs --
The shades of former and of future years --
Foreboding fancies and prophetic tears,
Quelling a spirit that was once elate.
Heavens! what a wilderness the world appears,
Where youth, and mirth, and health are out of date;
But no -- a laugh of innocence and joy
Resounds, like music of the fairy race,
And, gladly turning from the world's annoy,
I gaze upon a little radiant face,
And bless, internally, the merry boy
Who makes a son-shine in a shady place.


The Poetical Works Of Thomas Hood
Copyright 1861
Boston: Crosby, Nichols, Lee and Company

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