IN THE HOSPITAL
Because on the branch that is tapping my paneA sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,I know there is Spring in the world.Because through the sky-patch whose azure and whiteMy window frames all the day longA yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,I know there is Song.Because even here in this Mansion of WoeWhere creep the dull hours, leaden-shod,Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I knowThere is God.Scribner’sArthur Guiterman
Because on the branch that is tapping my paneA sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,I know there is Spring in the world.Because through the sky-patch whose azure and whiteMy window frames all the day longA yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,I know there is Song.Because even here in this Mansion of WoeWhere creep the dull hours, leaden-shod,Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I knowThere is God.Scribner’sArthur Guiterman
Because on the branch that is tapping my paneA sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,I know there is Spring in the world.
Because on the branch that is tapping my pane
A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,
Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,
I know there is Spring in the world.
Because through the sky-patch whose azure and whiteMy window frames all the day longA yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,I know there is Song.
Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white
My window frames all the day long
A yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,
I know there is Song.
Because even here in this Mansion of WoeWhere creep the dull hours, leaden-shod,Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I knowThere is God.
Because even here in this Mansion of Woe
Where creep the dull hours, leaden-shod,
Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I know
There is God.
Scribner’sArthur Guiterman