Happy hour in which I rise
From the mists of selfish cares,
From this vale of vanities,
From this scene of woes and tears,
Seeking a sublimer goal
For a heaven-aspiring soul.
Happy hour in which I hold
Sweet communion with my God;
When the book of life, unrolled,
Shows the upward, onward road,
Which conducts to heaven, where rest,
Peace, and joy, await the blest.
Happy hour in which I taste
Some sweet promise of the day,
Which the present and the past
Light with hope’s serenest ray;
Throwing o’er a future bliss
All the brightest beams of this.
(John Bowring)
More Poetry from John Bowring:
John Bowring Poems based on Topics: Heaven, Light, God, Joy & Excitement, Soul, Happiness, Life, War & Peace, Past, Future, Present- Spring: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
- Summer: Friday Morning: To The Incomprehens (John Bowring Poems)
- Spring: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
- Spring: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
- Autumn: Thursday Evening: The Presence of God (John Bowring Poems)
- Spring: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: God Poems, Life Poems, Light Poems, Soul Poems, War & Peace Poems, Joy & Excitement Poems, Heaven Poems, Happiness Poems, Past Poems, Books Poems, Future PoemsBased on Keywords: heaven-aspiring