When rain is raining wet and gray, And all the sky is gloomy, 'Tis hard to mind the yesterday When woods and fields were bloomy; But when the sun is bending warm Among the fields and fallows, How easy to forget the storm That melted them to shallows! When racked with pain or bowed with woe, When all of life is saddened, 'Tis then that mem'ry's tongue is slow To tell of joys that gladdened; But when the stars and birds and flowers Attune their hearts to singing, Forgotten are the weary hours, And sorrow, far a-winging. So doth attending mercy stay The mind that fain remembers, And joy and grief go on their way With Junes and bleak Decembers, Adown the winding, changing road From whence to whence we wander, Beside the Love whose name is God, Into eternal Yonder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENNIE SWENSON by KAREN SWENSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 13 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN |