Classic Poem

"Out of his Treasuries." — Psalms, CXXXV , 7.

Thou who art Lord of the wind and rain,
Lord of the east and western skies
And of the hilltop and the plain
And of the stars that sink and rise
Keeper of Time's great mysteries
That are but blindly understood —
Give us to know that all of these
Labor together for our good.

Thou who must laugh at bounding line
Setting the little lands apart;
Thou who hast given corn and wine
Give to us each a thankful heart.
Show us the worth of wounds and scars,
Show us the grace that grows of grief,
Thou who hast flung the racing stars;
Thou who hast loosed the falling leaf.

Count us the treasures that we hold —
Wonderful peace of the wintry lands,
All of the summer's beaten gold
Poured in our eager, out-held hands;
Open the book of the rounded year
Paged with our pleasures and our pains —
Show us the writings where appear
Losses o'er-balanced by the gains.

Thou who art Lord of the sea and shore,
Lord of the gates of Day and Night —
This have we had of Thy great store:
Laughter and love, and life and light,
Sorrow and sweetness, smile and song —
Blessings that blend in all of these —
Have them and hold them over-long,
Out of Thy wondrous treasuries.