 | Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] |  |
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HOPE BENEATH THE WATERS.
‘I cannot mount to heaven beneath this ban:Can Christian hope survive so far below
The level of the happiness of man?
Can angels' wings in these dark waters grow?’
A spirit voice replied, ‘From bearing right
Our sorest burthens, comes fresh strength to bear;
And so we rise again towards the light,
And quit the sunless depths for upper air:
Meek patience is as diver's breath to all
Who sink in sorrow's sea, and many a ray
Comes gleaming downward from the source of day,
To guide us reascending from our fall;
The rocks have bruised thee sore, but angels' wings
Grow best from bruises, hope from anguish springs.’
| Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] | |