In Memory Of A Happy Day In February

"He has made everything beautiful in its time."

Ecclesiastes 3:11

Top Withins Haworth Moor

West Yorkshire

England

Blessed be Thou for all the joy

My soul has felt today!

O let its memory stay with me

And never pass away!

I was alone, for those I loved

Were far away from me,

The sun shone on the withered grass

The wind blew fresh and free.

Was it the smile of early Spring

That made my bosom glow?

'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind

Could raise my spirit so.

Was it some feeling of delight,

All vague and undefined?

No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,

Expanding in the mind!

Was it a sanguine view of life

And all its transient bliss-

A hope of bright prosperity?

O no, it was not this!

Wild Daffodils on Harlan Moor
Gillamoor North Yorkshire
England

It was a glimpse of truth divine

Unto my spirit given

Illumined by a ray of light

That shone direct from heaven!

I felt there was a God on high

By Whom all things were made

I saw His wisdom and His power

In all His works displayed.

But most throughout the moral world

I saw His glory shine;

I saw His wisdom infinite,

His mercy all divine.

Deep secrets of His providence

In darkness long concealed

Were brought to my delighted eyes

And graciously revealed.

North York Moors National Park
North Yorkshire England

But while I wondered and adored

His wisdom so divine,

I did not tremble at His power

I felt that God was mine.

I knew that my Redeemer lived,

I did not fear to die;

Full sure that I should rise again

To immortality.

I longed to view that bliss divine

Which eye hath never seen,

To see the glories of His face

Without the veil between.

Anne Bronte

(1834)

In a sketch by her sister,

Charlotte Bronte

"In Memory Of A Happy Day In February"

Anne Bronte

(1829-1849)

English writer and poetess