Lord, I am glad for the great gift of living— Glad for Thy days of sun and of rain; Grateful for joy, with an endless thanksgiving, Grateful for laughter—and grateful for pain. Lord, I am glad for the young April's wonder, Glad for the fulness of long summer days; And now when the spring and my heart are asunder, Lord, I give thanks for the dark autumn ways. Sun, bloom, and blossom, O Lord, I remember, The dream of the spring and its joy I recall; But now in the silence and pain of November, Lord, I give thanks to Thee, Giver of all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT SONG by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON JOSEPH'S COAT by GEORGE HERBERT AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL |