Because on the branch that is tapping my pane <br /> A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled, <br />Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain, <br /> I know there is Spring in the world. <br /> <br />Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white <br /> My window frames all the day long, <br />A yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight, <br /> I know there is Song. <br /> <br />Because even here in this Mansion of Woe <br /> Where creep the dull hours, leaden-shod, <br />Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I know <br /> There is God.<br /><br />Arthur Guiterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-hospital/
