"Praise God! Praise God!" the clover said, "for sunshine and the sky." And "Praise the Lord!" the brooklet sung, "the rain is drawing night." "Thank God for frost," the squirrel chirped, "so kind to nuts and me." "For frost, that covers me with gold," chimed in the maple-tree. And "Praise the Lord for ripened seeds," the chattering sparrows cried. "And for the wind," the seeds declared, "that bears us far and wide." "Yes, praise the Lord! Oh, praise the Lord!" though skies were blue or gray, The hymn of earth and heaven rang throughout the happy day. Now none of this old Grumpy heard; he's deaf as deaf can be. "This weather 's vilest of the vile! a beastly day!" said he. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON |