I bless Thee, O my God, I bless Thee, for the morn— The fragrant, dew-dipped morn; Who comes all blushing from the arms of night, Like some fair bride—so lovely and so bright; Who spangles all the blossoms fair with dew And tints the vaulted skies with palest blue; Who wakes to life and light the powers of earth, And wears a starry jewel at her birth; O, she doth speak of Thee to the forlorn: I bless Thee for the morn. I bless Thee, O my God, I bless Thee, for the noon— The golden, sunny noon; When in the field at work the reaper sings While 'mid the corn and poppies bright the wild bee wings; The farmer's wife, bare-armed and rosy-faced, Doth, at the vine-clad door, survey the sun's bright trace And taking from the wall a shining form, Calls to the men at work through echoing horn. O, when the noon is nigh the night comes soon; I bless Thee for the noon. I bless Thee, O my God, I bless Thee, for the night— The still and solemn night; When folded in the arms of sleep all nature lies, And peace—sweet peace—doth kiss down tired eyes; When toil and care, and pain and tumult wild Forgotten are by age and youth and child: No eye but Thine its ceaseless vigil keeps, Wrapped in oblivion then creation sleeps; Covered 'neath one great shield are wrong and right; I bless Thee for the night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IF WE KNEW; OR, BLESSINGS OF TO-DAY by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH |