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Blaspheme Not Thou Thy Sacred Life, Nor Turn (sonnet) Post by :eolivlpn Category :Poems Author :Fanny Kemble Date :November 2011 Read :3435

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Blaspheme Not Thou Thy Sacred Life, Nor Turn (sonnet)

Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn
O'er joys that God hath for a season lent,
Perchance to try thy spirit, and its bent,
Effeminate soul and base! weakly to mourn.
There lies no desert in the land of life,
For e'en that tract that barrenest doth seem,
Laboured of thee in faith and hope, shall teem
With heavenly harvests and rich gatherings, rife.
Haply no more, music, and mirth and love,
And glorious things of old and younger art,
Shall of thy days make one perpetual feast;
But when these bright companions all depart,
Lay thou thy head upon the ample breast
Of Hope, and thou shalt hear the angels sing above.





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