Blessed be Thou for all the joy <br /> My soul has felt today! <br />O let its memory stay with me <br /> And never pass away! <br />I was alone, for those I loved <br /> Were far away from me, <br />The sun shone on the withered grass, <br /> The wind blew fresh and free. <br /> <br />Was it the smile of early spring <br /> That made my bosom glow? <br />'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind <br /> Could raise my spirit so. <br /> <br />Was it some feeling of delight, <br /> All vague and undefined? <br />No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong, <br /> Expanding in the mind! <br /> <br />Was it a sanguine view of life <br /> And all its transient bliss- <br />A hope of bright prosperity? <br /> O no, it was not this! <br /> <br />It was a glimpse of truth divine <br /> Unto my spirit given <br />Illumined by a ray of light <br /> That shone direct from heaven! <br /> <br />I felt there was a God on high <br /> By whom all things were made. <br />I saw His wisdom and his power <br /> In all his works displayed. <br /> <br />But most throughout the moral world <br /> I saw his glory shine; <br />I saw His wisdom infinite, <br /> His mercy all divine. <br /> <br />Deep secrets of his providence <br /> In darkness long concealed <br />Were brought to my delighted eyes <br /> And graciously revealed. <br /> <br />But while I wondered and adored <br /> His wisdom so divine, <br />I did not tremble at his power, <br /> I felt that God was mine. <br /> <br />I knew that my Redeemer lived, <br /> I did not fear to die; <br />Full sure that I should rise again <br /> To immortality. <br /> <br />I longed to view that bliss divine <br /> Which eye hath never seen, <br />To see the glories of his face <br /> Without the veil between.<br /><br />Anne Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memory-of-a-happy-day-in-february/
