 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
[Sonnet] II
Such were my thoughts or rather such my fearsFor one brief moment of mistrusting grief,
Fears that have not become a fixed belief
In the still progress of some happy years.
True that an active life gives wider scope
To all those virtues which renown command,
But do not hearts at peace best understand
Their earthly duty and their heavenly hope?
If skies are brightest when few clouds are there,
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Go view that wave beneath the day at rest;
Only the wood or hill-embosom'd mere
Sleeps in eternal calm, by storms unriven
Fill'd with the image of glad earth and Heaven.
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