"ALL Green Things on the earth, bless ye the Lord!" So sang the choir while ice-cased branches beat The frosty window-panes, and at our feet The frozen, tortured sod but mocked the word, And seemed to cry like some poor soul in pain, "Lord, suffering and endurance fill my days; The growing green things will their Maker praise, -- The happy green things, growing in warm rain! So God lacks praise while all the fields are white!" I said; then smiled, remembering southward far How pampas-grass swayed green in summer light. Nay, God hears always from this swinging star, Decani and Cantoris, South and North, Each answering other, praises pouring forth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ROUNDEL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE UNKNOWN SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 1 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE ELDER'S REBUKE by EMILY JANE BRONTE |