SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings: When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may! It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through; Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too; Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread. Though vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND DIVINATION BY A DAFFADILL by ROBERT HERRICK AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES COMMON DUST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |