WHEN barren doubt, like a late coming snow, Made an unkind December of my spring, That all the pretty flowers did droop for woe, And the sweet birds their love no more would sing; Then the remembrance of thy gentle faith, Mother beloved, would steal upon my heart; Fond feeling saved me from the utter scathe, And from the hope I could not live apart. Now that my mind hath passed from wintry gloom, And on the calmed waters once again Ascendant Faith circles with silver plume, That casts a charmed shade, not now in pain, Thou child of Christ, in joy I think of thee, And mingle prayers for what we both may be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE HUSKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS |