April's Reply
Why set in gloom wild April now
Art thou not herald to the spring
And does that grave and low’ring brow
Beseem the sorts this hour should bring
Go; to the ocean of the past
With haste pursue thy dreary way
That cloudy face, that frosty blast
Might chill the opening blooms of May
Well may I wear a cloudy face
Well might I drop a parting tear
For though I opt the vernal race
I also close a fleeting year
Long wilt thou here in joy behold
The Christian sire amid blessings move
With mortal flame of earthly mould
But heart and spirit from above
Oft will thou hear the orphan sigh
A prayer for him who taught him prayer
Oft view the widow’s tearful eye
In rapture own his saving care
Mine is the dread and endless chill
The path but once by ages trod
Whilst blest and blessing he shall still
Perform to man the work of God
Another day, and I have been
Unlike thee, never more to be
For all I loved, and all I’ve seen
Shall rise again, but not for me
Another day for him shall weave
A wreath of many happy year
From hin to part well I may grieve
Well thou rejoice to keep him hear
Copyright © Terry Trainor | Year Posted 2015
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