Alexander Pope

(21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744 / London / England)

To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday - Poem by Alexander Pope

Oh be thou blest with all that Heav'n can send,
Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend:
Not with those Toys the female world admire,
Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire.
With added years if Life bring nothing new,
But, like a Sieve, let ev'ry blessing thro',
Some joy still lost, as each vain year runs o'er,
And all we gain, some sad Reflection more;
Is that a Birth-Day? 'tis alas! too clear,
'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,
And the gay Conscience of a life well spent,
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace.
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
Let day improve on day, and year on year,
Without a Pain, a Trouble, or a Fear;
Till Death unfelt that tender frame destroy,
In some soft Dream, or Extasy of joy,
Peaceful sleep out the Sabbath of the Tomb,
And wake to Raptures in a Life to come.


Comments about To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday by Alexander Pope

  • Gold Star - 29,303 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/13/2015 9:22:00 AM)

    Beautiful it is! The life itself and the poem is also great. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010



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