Poems (Blake)/My Lost Treasure
MY LOST TREASURE.
I lost a treasure when the winter skies Hung gray and low,And life grew dim before my weeping eyes, I sorrowed so!Then evermore through storm or cloud or shine, With head low bowed,I sought the treasure which had once been mine Amid the crowd.
I could not lift mine eyes above the sod, Nor breathe a prayer,Nor call with faith upon the name of God, In my despair;And when sweet words of comfort or relief Would hold me fast,I closer wrapped the mourning robes of grief, And hurried past;
Till one sweet day, across my tear-stained face A sunbeam stole,A wingèd messenger of love and grace To greet my soul: I looked, and all the gladsome earth was fair On hill and plain,While summer incense on the balmy air Breathed hope again.
I looked the fields were garlanded in green, The woodlands rangWith flower-bells, and in the leafy screen The wild birds sang;Then as mine eyes, now clearer grown and strong, Were slow uprisen,Behold! the treasure I had lost so long Was found,in Heaven!