Miracle, and Other Poems

<h2 id="id00194" style="margin-top: 4em">THE PETITION</h2> <p id="id00195">Sweet April! from out of the hidden place<br/> Where you keep your green and gold,<br/> We pray thee to bring us a gift of grace,<br/> When the little leaves unfold.<br/></p> <p id="id00196">Oh! make us glad with the things that are young;<br/> Give our hearts the quickened thrills<br/> That used to answer each robin that sung<br/> In the days of daffodils.<br/></p> <p id="id00197">For what is the worth of all that we gain,<br/> If we lose the old delight,<br/> That came in the time of sun and rain,<br/> When the whole round world seemed right?<br/></p> <p id="id00198">It was then we gave, as we went along,<br/> The faith that to-day we keep;<br/> And those April days were for mirth and song,<br/> While the nights were made for sleep.<br/></p> <p id="id00199">Yet, though we follow with steps that are slow<br/> The feet that dance and that run;<br/> We would still be friends with the winds that blow,<br/> And companions to the sun!<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />