As spring the winter doth succeed, And leaves the naked trees do dress, The earth all black is clothed in green; At sunshine each their joy express. My Sun's returned with healing wings; My soul and body doth rejoice; My heart exults, and praises sings To Him that hear my wailing voice. My winter's past, my storms are gone, And former clouds seem now all fled; But, if they must eclipse again, I'll run where I was succoured. I have a shelter from the storm, A shadow from the fainting heat; I have access unto his throne, Who is a God so wondrous great. O hath Thou made my pilgrimage Thus pleasant, fair, and good, Blessed me in youth and elder age, My Baca made a springing flood. O studious am what I shall do To show my duty with delight; All I can give is but Thine own And at the most a simple mite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MARY DONNELLY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON THE EXPECTED GENERAL RISING OF THE FRENCH NATION IN 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |