Happy Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day!
As promised, here comes one of the most life-asserting poems by Josiah Gilbert Holland
A Song Of Faith
Day will return with a fresher boon;
God will remember the world!
Night will come with a newer moon;
God will remember the world!
Evil is only the slave of Good;
Sorrow the servant of Joy;
And the soul is mad that refuses food
Of the meanest in God’s employ.
The fountain of joy is fed by tears,
And love is lit by breath of sighs;
The deepest griefs and the wildest fears
Have holiest ministries.
Strong grows the oak in the sweeping storm;
Safely the flower sleeps under the snow;
And the farmer’s hearth is never warm
Till the cold wind starts to blow.
Day will return with a fresher boon;
God will remember the world!
Night will come with newer moon;
God will remember the world!
5 comments:
What's a boon?
Sorry, I'm a poetry dunce.
boon [countable usually singular]
something that is very useful and makes your life a lot easier or better
Poet: Josiah Gilbert Holland. 19th Century.
Lovely thoughts in this poem...
Thanks!
Zann
'Zann, thanks for the information
Love the poem. Intrigued by blogosphere slams. I've done the real life slamming shebang. Not sure I'd enjoy it without the roar of the crowd. Although I do like writing poems online.
S
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