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xtinebel
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 Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 1:45 pm Post subject: Who wrote the poem - probably Victorian - that begins 'Oh gift of God, Oh perfect day'? |
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| This is a poem my elderly father always used to quote. Thought it might be by Tennyson or Longfellow but have had no success in tracking it down on Net |
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Dondi
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 2:15 pm Post subject: |
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| It was written by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowPoem FollowsA DAY OF SUNSHINE O gift of God! O perfect day:Whereon shall no man work, but play;Whereon it is enough for me,Not to be doing, but to be! Through every fibre of my brain,Through every nerve, through every vein,I feel the electric thrill, the touchOf life, that seems almost too much. I hear the wind among the treesPlaying celestial symphonies;I see the branches downward bent,Like keys of some great instrument. And over me unrolls on highThe splendid scenery of the sky,Where through a sapphire sea the sunSails like a golden galleon, Towards yonder cloud-land in the West,Towards yonder Islands of the Blest,Whose steep sierra far upliftsIts craggy summits white with drifts. Blow, winds! and waft through all the roomsThe snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms!Blow, winds! and bend within my reachThe fiery blossoms of the peach! O Life and Love! O happy throngOf thoughts, whose only speech is song!O heart of man! canst thou not beBlithe as the air is, and as free? |
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