 | Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong |  |
XXVII.
Often, when standing fearful near the brink
Of towering cliff, whose rugged brow o'erhung
Some dark ravine, where solitary sprung
A lovely flower, wild rose, or glowing pink,
Of towering cliff, whose rugged brow o'erhung
Some dark ravine, where solitary sprung
A lovely flower, wild rose, or glowing pink,
I've fondly gazed, until I ceased to shrink
From the sharp edge, and could myself have flung
To the low crevice, where the floweret clung,
Though with my prize I down were doomed to sink.
From the sharp edge, and could myself have flung
To the low crevice, where the floweret clung,
Though with my prize I down were doomed to sink.
In this enchanting world of love and light
Are forms a thousand times more sweet and fair,
And precipices near, that more affright;
Are forms a thousand times more sweet and fair,
And precipices near, that more affright;
Taught by another's perilous proof, beware,
Nor lean too much on reason's vaunted might;
Those only are secure, who gaze not there.
Nor lean too much on reason's vaunted might;
Those only are secure, who gaze not there.
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