Arthur Guiterman: In the Hospital

In the Hospital

Arthur Guiterman

Because on the branch that is tapping my pane  A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled, Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,  I know there is Spring in the world.
Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white  My window frames all the day long, A yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,  I know there is Song.
Because even here in this Mansion of Woe  Where creep the dull hours, leaden-shod, Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I know  There is God.