THIS is a day the Lord hath made." -- Thus spake The good religious heart, unstained, unworn, Watching the golden glory of the morn. -- Since, on each happy day that came to break Like sunlight o'er this silent life of mine, Yea, on each beauteous morning I saw shine, I have remembered these your words, rejoiced And been glad in it. So, o'er many-voiced Tumultuous harmonies of tropic seas, Which chant an everlasting farewell grand Between ourselves and you and the old land, Receive this token: many words chance-sown May oftentimes have taken root and grown, To bear food fruit perennially, like these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE BABY BELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 83 by PHILIP SIDNEY TO A CHILD OF THREE YEARS OLD by BERNARD BARTON |