God, I return to You on April days When along country roads You walk with me, And my faith blossoms like the earliest tree That shames the bleak world with its yellow sprays -- My faith revives, when through a rosy haze The clover-sprinkled hills smile quietly, Young winds uplift a bird's clean ecstasy . . . For this, O God, my joyousness and praise! But now -- the crowded streets and choking airs, The squalid people, bruised and tossed about; These, or the over-brilliant thoroughfares, The too-loud laughter and the empty shout, The mirth-mad city, tragic with its cares . . . For this, O God, my silence -- and my doubt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RICH DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON |