A Thank-Offering Ella Higginson, 1862 - 1940 Lord God, the winter has been sweet and brief In this fair land; For us the budded willow and the leaf, The peaceful strand. For us the silver nights and golden days, The violet mist; The pearly clouds pierced with vibrating rays Of amethyst. At evening, every wave of our blue sea Hollowed to hold A fragment of the sunset’s mystery— A fleck of gold. The crimson haze is on the alder trees In places lush; Already sings with sweet and lyric ease The western thrush. Lord God, for some of us the days and years Have bitter been; For some of us the burden and the tears, The gnawing sin. For some of us, O God, the scanty store, The failing bin; For some of us the gray wolf at the door, The red, within! But to the hungry Thou hast given meat, Hast clothed the cold; And Thou hast given courage strong and sweet To the sad and old. And so we thank Thee, Thou mo

I can't even show you how much I loved this master piece, its like a gift from haven, and a part of gods divine light which shines upon us under the drakests of nights. To show you my gratitude, I've wrote you a poem. Ehem.. Lord God, the winter has been sweet and brief In this fair land; For us the budded willow and the leaf, The peaceful strand. For us the silver nights and golden days, The violet mist; The pearly clouds pierced with vibrating rays Of amethyst. At evening, every wave of our blue sea Hollowed to hold A fragment of the sunset’s mystery— A fleck of gold. The crimson haze is on the alder trees In places lush; Already sings with sweet and lyric ease The western thrush. Lord God, for some of us the days and years Have bitter been; For some of us the burden and the tears, The gnawing sin. For some of us, O God, the scanty store, The failing bin; For some of us the gray wolf at the door, The red,

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