WINTER has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's pensive head. Spring returns, and brings along Life-invigorating suns: Hark! the turtle's plaintive song Seems to speak his dying groans! Summer has a thousand charms, All expressive of his worth; 'Tis his sun that lights and warms, His the air that cools the earth. What! has Autumn left to say Nothing of a Saviour's grace? Yes, the beams of milder day Tell me of his smiling face. Light appears with early dawn, While the sun makes haste to rise; See his bleeding beauties drawn On the blushes of the skies. Evening with a silent pace, Slowly moving in the west, Shows an emblem of his grace, Points to an eternal rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE EASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE EAGLE; A FRAGMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON HILL MAN'S BURIAL by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH ON THE STATUE OF AN ANGEL, BY BIENAIME by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 31. A QUESTION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |