O LOVING One, O Bounteous One, What have I not received from thee, Throughout the seasons that have gone Into the past eternity! For looking backward through the year, Along the way my feet have pressed, I see sweet places everywhere, Sweet places, where my soul had rest. And, though some human hopes of mine Are dead, and buried from my sight, Yet from their graves immortal flowers Have sprung, and blossomed into light. Body, and heart, and soul, have been Fed by the most convenient food; My nights are peaceful all the while, And all my mortal days are good. My sorrows have not been so light, The chastening hand I could not trace; Nor have my blessings been so great That they have hid my Father's face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE STATUE OF AN ANGEL, BY BIENAIME by WASHINGTON ALLSTON FIVES'-COURT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN WATER I'LL HAVE by DOROTHY BURGESS THE PLEASURES OF HOPE: 1 by THOMAS CAMPBELL FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1. A LITTLE BREATH I'LL BORROW by THOMAS CAMPION TO ---, ON HER OBSERVING THAT ST. VALENTINE'S DAY WAS HER BIRTHDAY by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |