GOD GAVE His children memory That in life's garden there might be June roses in December. But sin the Father's goodness scorns, And weaves of them a crown of thorns, That wounds when they remember. Sharp, stabbing points of vain regret Around my soul forever set, Turn June into December. Ah, Christ, Who wore my crown of thorns, Have mercy on the heart that mourns, Forgive, when I remember. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 28. LOVE'S TRIUMPH OVER RICHES by PHILIP AYRES WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A VERMONT SUNDAY DINNER by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |