Thanksgiving

To give God thanks when brief, oblivious nights
The tranquil eve and blithesome morning part,
Easy as bird-song that. But how when smites
The mace of sorrow, stings the malice-dart?
Ah, unbelieving heart!

To give God thanks in words—this is not hard;
But incense of the spirit—to distill
From hour to hour the cassia and the nard
Of fragrant life, his praises to fulfill?
Alas, inconstant will!
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