Sorrow and sin, and suffering and strife, <br />Have been cast in the waters of my life; <br />And they have sunk deep down to the well-head, <br />And all that flows thence is embitterèd. <br />Yet still the fountain up towards heaven springs, <br />And still the brook where'er it wanders sings; <br />And still where'er it hath found leave to rest, <br />The blessed sun looks down into its breast; <br />And it reflects, as in a mirror fair, <br />The image of all beauty shining there.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impromptu-iv/
