Lord, I am glad for the great gift of living— Glad for Thy days of sun and of rain; Grateful for joy, with an endless thanksgiving, Grateful for laughter—and grateful for pain. Lord, I am glad for the young April's wonder, Glad for the fulness of long summer days; And now when the spring and my heart are asunder, Lord, I give thanks for the dark autumn ways. Sun, bloom, and blossom, O Lord, I remember, The dream of the spring and its joy I recall; But now in the silence and pain of November, Lord, I give thanks to Thee, Giver of all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER MASSACRE OF THE MACPHERSON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN RETREATS by CARRIE ADAMS BERRY GOOD-BYE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GRAVE-YARD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |