When Heaven sends sorrow, <br /> Warnings go first, <br /> Lest it should burst <br /> With stunning might <br /> On souls too bright <br /> To fear the morrow. <br /> <br />Can science bear us <br /> To the hid springs <br /> Of human things? <br /> Why may not dream, <br /> Or thought's day-gleam, <br /> Startle, yet cheer us? <br /> <br />Are such thoughts fetters, <br /> While Faith disowns <br /> Dread of earth's tones, <br /> Reeks but Heaven's call, <br /> And on the wall <br /> Reads but Heaven's letters?<br /><br />John Henry Newman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warnings/
