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!
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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