BEHOLD! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries the oak To his lone heart, My sealèd buds shall fling Their leaves apart. To-morrow! pipes the thrush, And once again How sweet the nest that long Was full of rain. To-morrow! bleats the sheep, And one by one My little lambs shall play Beneath the sun. For us, too, let some fair To-morrow be, O Thou who weavest threads Of Destiny! Thou wast a babe on that Far Christmas Day, Let us as children go Upon Thy way. So that our hearts grown cold 'Neath time and pain, With young sweet faith may bloom All green again; That empty promises Of passing years Spring into life, and not Repenting tears; So that our deeds upon The earth may go, As innocent as lambs, And pure as snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE THIS I REMEMBER by ELISABETH CHANNING ALLEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 85. AL-MUKSIT by EDWIN ARNOLD THE THREE MUSICIANS by AUBREY BEARDSLEY CHALSE A KILLEY; TO CHALSE IN HEAVEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO EMMA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HAYING, VERMONT AND GINGER DRINK COORDINATED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |