In Memory of a Happy Day in February by Anne Brontë

    Blessed be Thou for all the joy
    My soul has felt to-day!
    Oh, let its memory stay with me,
    And never pass away!

    I was alone, for those I loved
    Were far away from me;
    The sun shone on the withered grass,
    The wind blew fresh and free.

    Was it the smile of early spring
    That made my bosom glow?
    'Twas sweet; but neither sun nor wind
    Could cheer my spirit so.

    Was it some feeling of delight
    All vague and undefined?
    No; 'twas a rapture deep and strong,
    Expanding in the mind.

    Was it a sanguine view of life,
    And all its transient bliss,
    A hope of bright prosperity?
    Oh, no! it was not this.

    It was a glimpse of truth divine
    Unto my spirit given,
    Illumined by a ray of light
    That shone direct from heaven.

    I felt there was a God on high,
    By whom all things were made;
    I saw His wisdom and His power
    In all his works displayed.

    But most throughout the moral world,
    I saw his glory shine;
    I saw His wisdom infinite,
    His mercy all divine.

    Deep secrets of His providence,
    In darkness long concealed,
    Unto the vision of my soul
    Were graciously revealed.

    But while I wondered and adored
    His Majesty divine,
    I did not tremble at His power:
    I felt that God was mine;

    I knew that my Redeemer lived;
    I did not fear to die;
    Full sure that I should rise again
    To immortality.

    I longed to view that bliss divine,
    Which eye hath never seen;
    Like Moses, I would see His face
    Without the veil between.