Again Thou usherest in a verdant spring. Help me to feel, to see, to hear Those beauties which are ever near, The glory of the sunset's glow When wistful day is waning; Let me know Green branches Heavy with a summer's snow. I wish ever to realize The story spoken in another's eyes, To see the eager yearning written there For human understanding, and to share Of life's abundant vintage store; I would not ask for any more Or richer heritage, but let me see Life, beautiful as it was made for me By the Artist with a lavish hand, Whose mastery wrought the sea and land, Whose thought incarnate is the hills, And whose command Loosed a mighty water From the earth; Ten thousand rippling, singing falls Followed its birth In endless wave on wave, Drink for the growing fields He gave. Designed and sketched and colored were they In perfect harmony and plan Inimitable by finite man. All this for you -- Let me know gladness And a little pain To show me sunshine through the rain, To prove that violets do not grow in vain, To teach me beauty that my heart may sing; O, God, I thank Thee for the spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA ODE TO A HUMAN HEART by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |