Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SHOWER, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL Poet's Biography First Line: On every budding leaf and flower Last Line: Thy life, thy grace, thy light Subject(s): Baths & Bathing; Rain; Tears; Water; Showers & Showering | ||||||||
ON every budding leaf and flower, The sweet, soft rain of spring Comes down in a soft and gentle shower, Like a whispering angel-wing. The shower hath bow'd the proud red rose, With many a fragrant tear; It hath wakened the harebell's long repose, The wanderer now to cheer. It hath given the woodbine strength to cling To the strong elm's rugged bough; And the wakeful pimpernel folds its wing, And quietly slumbers now. It hath watered the seeds in their cold dark bed, And they burst through the prisoning clay. To the lingering buds it hath gently said, 'Unfold to the bright sun-ray.' Among the leaves of the forest-tree Its gentle footsteps go, And they murmur thanks so pleasantly In an anthem soft and low. Showers there are for the thirsty soul, A sweet and refreshing dew, The Spirit who makes the wounded whole And the evil heart makes new. He will teach the trembling one to cling To an Arm of love and might; And the earth-stained soul 'neath His holy wing Shall again be pure and white. The weary heart with its wild unrest He can hush to a trustful calm; To the spirit crushed and sorely pressed He comes with His healing balm. He comes to the soul in its sin-wrought tomb, And rent are the chains of death! Then His own sweet graces awake and bloom Beneath His living breath. Yes! the Spirit shall teach the heart to sing, And shall tune its long silent lyre, And He who shall meeten it praise to bring In the sinless, white-robed choir. Come then, O Spirit, as once of yore, Come in Thy quickening might! Come, on Thy waiting Church to pour Thy life, Thy grace, Thy light | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECRET FLAME: CAPRICE by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE BATHERS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN SPRING DAY: BATH by AMY LOWELL GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE GROOMING by PATTIANN ROGERS MY BATH by JOHN STUART BLACKIE CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL A BIRTHDAY GREETING TO MY FATHER, 1860 by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL |
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