GOD GAVE His children memory That in life's garden there might be June roses in December. But sin the Father's goodness scorns, And weaves of them a crown of thorns, That wounds when they remember. Sharp, stabbing points of vain regret Around my soul forever set, Turn June into December. Ah, Christ, Who wore my crown of thorns, Have mercy on the heart that mourns, Forgive, when I remember. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INFANT WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 4 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY ACT 5 (MIDNIGHT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |