God, I return to You on April days When along country roads You walk with me, And my faith blossoms like the earliest tree That shames the bleak world with its yellow sprays -- My faith revives, when through a rosy haze The clover-sprinkled hills smile quietly, Young winds uplift a bird's clean ecstasy . . . For this, O God, my joyousness and praise! But now -- the crowded streets and choking airs, The squalid people, bruised and tossed about; These, or the over-brilliant thoroughfares, The too-loud laughter and the empty shout, The mirth-mad city, tragic with its cares . . . For this, O God, my silence -- and my doubt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A CHRISTMAS HYMN by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER |