Classic Poem

1.

For Spring, and flowers of Spring,
Blossoms, and what they bring,
Be our thanks given;
Thanks for the maiden's bloom;
For the sad prison's gloom;
And for the sadder tomb;
E'en as for Heav'n!

2.

Great God, thy will is done,
When the soul's rivers run
Down the worn cheeks;
Done when the righteous bleed;
When the wrong'd vainly plead;
Done in th' unended deed,
When the heart breaks.

3.

Lo, how the dutiful
Snows, clothe in beautiful
Life, the dead earth!
Lo, how the clouds distil
Riches o'er vale and hill,
While the storm's evil-will
Dies in its birth!

4.

Bless'd is th' unpeopled down;
Bless'd is the crowded town,
Where the tir'd groan;
Pain but appears to be;
What are Man's fears to thee,
God! if all tears shall be
Gems on thy throne?