 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
THORNS.
I do not think the Providence unkind
That gives its bad things to this life of ours;
They are the thorns whereby we, travelers blind.
Feel out our flowers.
That gives its bad things to this life of ours;
They are the thorns whereby we, travelers blind.
Feel out our flowers.
I think hate shows the quality of love,—
That wrong attests that somewhere there is right:
Do not the darkest shadows serve to prove
The power of light?
That wrong attests that somewhere there is right:
Do not the darkest shadows serve to prove
The power of light?
On tyrannous ways the feet of Freedom press;
The green bough broken off, lets sunshine in;
And where sin is, aboundeth righteousness,
Much more than sin.
The green bough broken off, lets sunshine in;
And where sin is, aboundeth righteousness,
Much more than sin.
Man cannot be all selfish; separate good
Is nowhere found beneath the shining sun:
All adverse interests, truly understood,
Resolve to one!
Is nowhere found beneath the shining sun:
All adverse interests, truly understood,
Resolve to one!
I do believe all worship doth ascend,—
Whether from temple floors by heathen trod,
Or from the shrines where Christian praises blend,—
To the true God,
Whether from temple floors by heathen trod,
Or from the shrines where Christian praises blend,—
To the true God,
Blessed forever: that His love prepares
The raven's food; the sparrow's fall doth see;
And, simple, sinful as I am, He cares
Even for me.
The raven's food; the sparrow's fall doth see;
And, simple, sinful as I am, He cares
Even for me.
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