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 | The Poetical Works of (Richard Monckton Milnes) Lord Houghton |  |
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THE SAME.
A splendour amid glooms,—a sunny threadWoven into a tapestry of cloud,—
A merry child a-playing with the shroud
That lies upon a breathless mother's bed,—
A garland on the front of one new wed,
Trembling and weeping while her troth is vowed,—
A school-boy's laugh that rises light and loud
In licensed freedom from ungentle dread;
These are ensamples of the Happiness,
For which our nature fits us; more and less
Are parts of all things to the mortal given,
Of Love, Joy, Truth, and Beauty. Perfect Light
Would dazzle, not illuminate, our sight,—
From earth it is enough to glimpse at Heaven.
| The Poetical Works of (Richard Monckton Milnes) Lord Houghton | |