Classic Poem

I woke to hear a robin sing
And summer raindrops pattering
Upon the broad-leaved sycamore
The world will soon be fair again
With that clear shining after rain;
A world grown fairer than before,
Because my eyes were blind to see
The loveliness in flower and tree;
Because my ears were deaf to catch
The sound when God had raised the latch;
Because my sluggard heart was dumb
To thank Him when I saw Him come.
All that was very long ago,
But I lay sick—and now I know.