These changes at our weather-wisdom mock; But yesterday, the lord of all the year Upon the front of this white marble clock Sat like a star of honour, keen and clear, Small as a spark: to-day, the mantelshelf And time-piece mirror not his living beams; Nought but wan window-lights and pallid gleams, Where burned, in miniature, the Sun himself! Then frost, now cloudy thaw. In gilded coat Above the clock, the infant Samuel kneels In shine or shade, or when the thunder peals, He lifts his praying hands and murmurs not: Oh! may such holy temper be my lot, Whatever mood each passing day reveals! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ONE WAY OF LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE TWO FIRES by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |