Poems (Tynan)/Love's Thanksgiving

by Katharine Tynan

LOVE'S THANKSGIVING

O how good God is that He sends
 Stores of unfailing love to me,
And work and prayer and praise of friends,
 Blackbirds and thrushes in the tree,
And sheep-bells in the fields, and roses
 And all the sweets of May and June,
And lavender and dew and posies,
    And sun and moon.

O how good God is that He sends
 Bean-rows in blossom, bees i' the hive,
Gray dawns and golden evening-ends,
 And a glad heart to be alive;
A grateful mind and quiet fancies,
 Shade from the sun, and sleep at night,
And clumps of brown and golden pansies,
    And lilies white.

O how good God is that He sends
 A little child to be all ours,
Mine and my dearest Love's, and tends
 Our blossom in the sun and showers,
And bids His angels still keep near him
 Lest that the little feet should miss,
And wings of angels still to bear him
    Ever in bliss.

O how good God is that He keeps
 The child for ever and ever well,
Above the tempests and the deeps,
 In joy no tongue can tell.
Our little lamb of God goes straying,
 By daisied meadows, 'neath dappled skies;
Our little lamb of God goes playing
    Under God's eyes.