The Poetry Corner

I Will Praise The Lord At All Times.

By William Cowper

Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviours charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrops pensive head. Spring returns, and brings along Life-invigorating suns: Hark! the turtles plaintive song Seems to speak his dying groans! Summer has a thousand charms, All expressive of his worth; Tis his sun that lights and warms, His the air that cools the earth. What! has Autumn left to say Nothing of a Saviours grace? Yes, the beams of milder day Tell me of his smiling face. Light appears with early dawn, While the sun makes haste to rise; See his bleeding beauties drawn On the blushes of the skies. Evening with a silent pace, Slowly moving in the west, Shows an emblem of his grace, Points to an eternal rest.