John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Poems Subjective and ReminiscentMy Psalm
I
Beneath a tender rain,
An April rain of smiles and tears,
My heart is young again.
I hear the glad streams run;
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
I look in hope or fear;
But, grateful, take the good I find,
The best of now and here.
To harvest weed and tare;
The manna dropping from God’s hand
Rebukes my painful care.
Aside the toiling oar;
The angel sought so far away
I welcome at my door.
Among the ripening corn,
Nor freshness of the flowers of May
Blow through the autumn morn;
Through fringëd lids to heaven,
And the pale aster in the brook
Shall see its image given;—
The south-wind softly sigh,
And sweet, calm days in golden haze
Melt down the amber sky.
Rebuke an age of wrong;
The graven flowers that wreathe the sword
Make not the blade less strong.
To build as to destroy;
Nor less my heart for others feel
That I the more enjoy.
To give or to withhold,
And knoweth more of all my needs
Than all my prayers have told!
Have marked my erring track;
That wheresoe’er my feet have swerved,
His chastening turned me back;
Of love is understood,
Making the springs of time and sense
Sweet with eternal good;—
Which opens into light,
Wherein no blinded child can stray
Beyond the Father’s sight;
Through Memory’s sunset air,
Like mountain-ranges overpast,
In purple distance fair;
Seem blending in a psalm,
And all the angles of its strife
Slow rounding into calm.
And so the west-winds play;
And all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.