WINTER has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's pensive head. Spring returns, and brings along Life-invigorating suns: Hark! the turtle's plaintive song Seems to speak his dying groans! Summer has a thousand charms, All expressive of his worth; 'Tis his sun that lights and warms, His the air that cools the earth. What! has Autumn left to say Nothing of a Saviour's grace? Yes, the beams of milder day Tell me of his smiling face. Light appears with early dawn, While the sun makes haste to rise; See his bleeding beauties drawn On the blushes of the skies. Evening with a silent pace, Slowly moving in the west, Shows an emblem of his grace, Points to an eternal rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD BEING RETIRED, COMPLAINS AGAINST THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES IN DEFENSE OF YOUTH by ROBBINS WOLCOTT BARSTOW IRELAND'S VENGEANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AN EVENING IN TUSCANY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |