GOD bless the little orchard brown Where the sap stirs these quickening days. Soon in a white and rosy gown The trees will give great praise. God bless the little rivers sweet That chatter over golden sands; When I was young they led my feet Into enchanted lands. God bless the little fields so green, The fields that wore a friendly face, And all the tender hills that lean O'er the beloved place. God bless the lark that sings and soars, The nest that little builders make, The chestnut and the sycamores, And many a twisted brake. The hedges where the sweetbriar twined With crab-apple and the whitethorn. God knows I have them in my mind Many a night and morn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES THE TEAMSTER by MATHILDE BLIND |