I PRAISE God that He chose the green To wrap our dear brown mother in, And not the purple or the rose Nor other hue the rainbow shows. To-day when chestnut fans half-spread Feed the starved soul with daily bread, When poplars like green tapers soar, To say their Sursum Cordas o'er, To-day with thorn-trees white as milk, And fields all clad in grass-green silk, Damasked with daisies wonderfully, And every tree a heavenly tree, What other colour, blue or white, Could so refresh us, so delight? Yellows or violets so brim o'er Our cup of sweets to hold no more? Year after year when May comes sweet, Hidden in green from head to feet, Under pale arches, dropping still Lapfuls of flowers in vale and hill; A wonder, a green miracle, More fairy-fine than words can tell: I praise God that He chose the green To wrap our sweetheart-mother in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY: 3 by ISAAC ROSENBERG NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG |