"How good God is to me," he said; "For have I not a mansion tall, With trees and lawns of velvet tread, And happy helpers at my call? With beauty is my life abrim, With tranquil hours and dreams apart; You wonder that I yield to Him That best of prayers, a grateful heart?" "How good God is to me," he said; "For look! though gone is all my wealth, How sweet it is to earn one's bread With brawny arms and brimming health. Oh, now I know the joy of strife! To sleep so sound, to wake so fit. Ah yes, how glorious is life! I thank Him for each day of it." "How good God is to me," he said; "Though health and wealth are gone, it's true; Things might be worse, I might be dead, And here I'm living, laughing too. Serene beneath the evening sky I wait, and every man's my friend; God's most contented man am I . . . He keeps me smiling to the End." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 3. MOCKERY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PASSED BY by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF THESE HIS POEMS by FRANCIS BARNARD (D. 1698) |