COME thou, my heavy soul, and lay Thy sorrows all aside, And let us see, if so we may, How God is glorified. Forget the storms that darkly beat, Forget the woe and crime, And tie of consolations sweet A posie for the time. Some blessed token everywhere Doth grace to men allow; The daisy sets her silver share Beside the rustic's plough. The wintry wind that naked strips The bushes, stoopeth low, And round their rugged arms enwraps The fleeces of the snow. The blackbird, idly whistling till The storm begins to pour, Finds ever with his golden bill A hospitable door. From love, and love's protecting power We cannot go apart; The shadows round the fainting flower Rebuke the drooping heart. Our strivings are not reckoned less, Although we fail to win; The lily wears a royal dress, And yet she doth not spin. So, soul, forget thy evil days, Thy sorrow lay aside, And strive to see in all his ways How God is glorified. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP by EMMA HART WILLARD CIRCUMSTANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 19. AL-FATTA'H by EDWIN ARNOLD |