Blest Spirit of Calm that dwellest in these woods! <br />Thou art a part of that serene repose <br />That ofttimes lingers in the solitudes <br />Of my lone heart, when the tumultuous throes <br />Of some vast Grief have borne me to the earth. <br />For I have fought with Sorrow face to face; <br />Have tasted of the cup that brings to some <br />A frantic madness and delirious mirth, <br />But prayed and trusted for the light to come, <br />To break the gloom and darkness of the place. <br />Through the dim aisles the sunlight penetrates, <br />And nature's self rejoices; heaven's light <br />Comes down into my heart, and in its might <br />My soul stands up and knocks at God's own temple-gates.<br /><br />Charles Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blest-spirit-of-calm-that-dwellest-in-these-woods/
