Turning Back
By Amos Russel Wells
When the blossom from the sun
Turns its head away,
Not for it do sunbeams run
Through the shining day.
When the blossom turns again
To the sun’s bright face,
The forgiving sunlight then
Pours its golden grace.
When the round earth turns aside
Into winter’s cold,
How the merry blossoms hide,
How the world grows old!
When the earth again in spring
To the sun returns,
How all heaven’s pardoning
Leaps and laughs and yearns!
So when hearts of human kind
Turn from God away,
Gloom and misery they find
Darkening the day.
But if they will turn again
And their God adore,
As in nature so in men,
All is well once more.
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