Representative Poetry Online
On this day: March 15th
Random Poem of the Day
1Is this a holy thing to see
2In a rich and fruitful land,
3Babes reduc'd to misery,
4Fed with cold and usurous hand?
5Is that trembling cry a song?
6Can it be a song of joy?
7And so many children poor?
8It is a land of poverty!
9And their sun does never shine,
10And their fields are bleak and bare,
11And their ways are fill'd with thorns:
12It is eternal winter there.
13For where-e'er the sun does shine,
14And where-e'er the rain does fall,
15Babe can never hunger there,
16Nor poverty the mind appall.