While each season of the year is unique with a variety of opportunities to enjoy nature, creation, and our Creator God, I must admit the months of Spring are my favorite. In my neck of the words, April, May, and June are a continuous explosion of subtle scents, brilliant colors, and wondrous sound. Not even the grass and pollen can keep me from soaking in the beauty and joy of these special days. Ergo, antihistamine will travel.
So, without further ado, a lovely tribute to Spring as envisioned by one truly remarkable poet.
A Day of Sunshine
by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Through every fibre of my brain,
Through every nerve, through every vein,
I feel the electric thrill, the touch
Of life, that seems almost too much.
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
And over me unrolls on high
The splendid scenery of the sky,
Where through a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon,
Towards yonder cloud-land in the West,
Towards yonder Islands of the Blest,
Whose steep sierra far uplifts
Its craggy summits white with drifts.
Blow, winds! and waft through all the rooms
The snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms!
Blow, winds! and bend within my reach
The fiery blossoms of the peach!
O Life and Love! O happy throng
Of thoughts, whose only speech is song!
O heart of man! canst thou not be
Blithe as the air is, and as free?
This poem is in the public domain.
