<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Cowper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard;<br>And oft, in childhood's years,<br>I've read them o'er and o'er again,<br>With floods of silent tears.<br>The language of my inmost heart,<br>I traced in every line;<br>My sins, my sorrows, hopes, and fears,<br>Were there -- and only mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All for myself the sigh would swell,<br>The tear of anguish start;<br>I little knew what wilder woe<br>Had filled the Poet's heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not know the nights of gloom,<br>The days of misery;<br>The long, long years of dark despair,<br>That crushed and tortured thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, they are gone; from earth at length<br>Thy gentle soul is pass'd,<br>And in the bosom of its God<br>Has found its home at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It must be so, if God is love,<br>And answers fervent prayer;<br>Then surely thou shalt dwell on high,<br>And I may meet thee there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is he the source of every good,<br>The spring of purity?<br>Then in thine hours of deepest woe,<br>Thy God was still with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How else, when every hope was fled,<br>Couldst thou so fondly cling<br>To holy things and holy men?<br>And how so sweetly sing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of things that God alone could teach?<br>And whence that purity,<br>That hatred of all sinful ways<br>That gentle charity?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are these the symptoms of a heart<br>Of heavenly grace bereft:<br>For ever banished from its God,<br>To Satan's fury left?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, should thy darkest fears be true,<br>If Heaven be so severe,<br>That such a soul as thine is lost,<br>Oh! how shall I appear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115584" data-title="To Cowper de Anne Brontë" data-description="Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard;/And oft, in childhood's years,/I've read them o'er and o'er again,/With floods of silent tears./The language of my inmost heart,/I traced in every line;/My sins, my sorrows, hopes, and fears,/Were there -- an..."></div> </div> </div>

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