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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/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"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of things that God alone could teach?<br>And whence that purity,<br>That hatred of all sinful ways<br>That gentle charity?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB&d=Poems+by+Currer%2C+Ellis%2C+and+Acton+Bell">Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</a></em></div>

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