The only thing to cheer me, Beneath a heavy load, The beauty that is near me, The roses in my road. A bit of new grass creeping, A butterfly of gold, The first spring bloodroot peeping Through dark and pulpy mold. When even God is hidden, Because I will not see, A swallow's call unbidden Will bring Him back to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL OLD WAR-DREAMS by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 48. AL-WADOOD by EDWIN ARNOLD GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY QUATRAIN by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: 'CARPE DIEM' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |