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Poem
May 29, 1870
The Daily Phoenix
Columbia, Richland County, South Carolina
What is this article about?
A reflective poem where the speaker draws lessons from nature's resilience—the flower after rain, stream after storm, oak in winter, and sea in tempest—to advise their sorrowful heart to endure grief and trust in God, as human souls lack nature's balm.
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Nature and My Heart.
BY A. JUDSON CRANE.
The tenderest flower, bedrenched with rain
Still lifts its head and smiles again,
When morning light dispels the cloud
Which lately thundered last and loud;
And thou, my heart, be as the flower.
The little streams with crystal flow,
By some rude storm, doth murky grow,
And angry rushes dark and fast,
Yet soon will clear and calm at last;
And thou, my heart, learn from the stream.
The mighty oak, at winter's blast
Strips off its leaves and limbs and mast,
And stands a type of mute despair,
But blooms again with vernal air;
And thou, my heart, be as the oak.
Old ocean's tide in tempest driven,
Lashes the shore, and cries to Heaven
In fearful woe, in fury wild,
But soon is still as nestling child;
And thou, my heart, learn from the sea,
The flower, the stream, the oak, the sea,
All have their times of gloom and glee,
To them there comes at last relief,
But souls ne'er find surcease of grief:
Then thou, my heart, learn to submit.
All nature has some fitting balm
To heal, renew, refresh or calm;
But there are hearts whose ceaseless woe
Solace or calm can never know;
Then thou, my heart, learn to endure.
Cast up thy gaze from earthly things,
Deem sorrow good; to thee it brings
Promise of life when Nature dies,
For Nature's voice forever cries,
Oh! bruised heart, trust God alone.
BY A. JUDSON CRANE.
The tenderest flower, bedrenched with rain
Still lifts its head and smiles again,
When morning light dispels the cloud
Which lately thundered last and loud;
And thou, my heart, be as the flower.
The little streams with crystal flow,
By some rude storm, doth murky grow,
And angry rushes dark and fast,
Yet soon will clear and calm at last;
And thou, my heart, learn from the stream.
The mighty oak, at winter's blast
Strips off its leaves and limbs and mast,
And stands a type of mute despair,
But blooms again with vernal air;
And thou, my heart, be as the oak.
Old ocean's tide in tempest driven,
Lashes the shore, and cries to Heaven
In fearful woe, in fury wild,
But soon is still as nestling child;
And thou, my heart, learn from the sea,
The flower, the stream, the oak, the sea,
All have their times of gloom and glee,
To them there comes at last relief,
But souls ne'er find surcease of grief:
Then thou, my heart, learn to submit.
All nature has some fitting balm
To heal, renew, refresh or calm;
But there are hearts whose ceaseless woe
Solace or calm can never know;
Then thou, my heart, learn to endure.
Cast up thy gaze from earthly things,
Deem sorrow good; to thee it brings
Promise of life when Nature dies,
For Nature's voice forever cries,
Oh! bruised heart, trust God alone.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Moral Virtue
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Nature Resilience
Sorrowful Heart
Endurance
Trust God
Moral Lessons
What entities or persons were involved?
By A. Judson Crane.
Poem Details
Title
Nature And My Heart.
Author
By A. Judson Crane.
Subject
Nature's Lessons For Enduring Sorrow
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
And Thou, My Heart, Be As The Flower.
And Thou, My Heart, Learn From The Stream.
But Souls Ne'er Find Surcease Of Grief:
Then Thou, My Heart, Learn To Endure.
Oh! Bruised Heart, Trust God Alone.