What moved me most, dear friend, that happy day At San Fernando in the early Fall, Was not the glory that its charms recall, The sainted King of Spain, the arching gray Of cloisters, fronting on the Royal Way, The roof of tiles, dove-haunted, nor the tall Old palms that guard the olive orchard's wall, Nor yet the church, impressive in decay; But just a grave, where weeds neglected grew, That bore two mustard stalks tied Christ-cross wise. A grain of faith like that makes living sweet: It moves the mountains, makes us feel anew The benediction of those smiling skies, The brooding presence of the Paraclete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG THE FOUNTAIN (1) by SARA TEASDALE THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |