I DO not think the Providence unkind That gives its bad things to this life of ours; They are the thorns whereby we, travelers blind, Feel out our flowers. I think hate shows the quality of love, -- That wrong attests that somewhere there is right: Do not the darkest shadows serve to prove The power of light? On tyrannous ways the feet of Freedom press; The green bough broken off, lets sunshine in; And where sin is, aboundeth righteousness, Much more than sin. Man cannot be all selfish; separate good Is nowhere found beneath the shining sun: All adverse interests, truly understood, Resolve to one! I do believe all worship doth ascend, -- Whether from temple floors by heathen trod, Or from the shrines where Christian praises blend, -- To the true God, Blessed forever: that His love prepares The raven's food; the sparrow's fall doth see; And, simple, sinful as I am, He cares Even for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE VERSES TO MR. C by ALEXANDER POPE THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA by PHILLIS WHEATLEY MYSELF by HARRIET ELLEN (GRANNIS) AREY LILIA'S TRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AN OCEAN GREYHOUND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO MY HONOURED FRIEND MR. DRAYTON; AFFIXED TO 'POLYOLBION' by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |