Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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[48. Oft when o'er Earth is spread the gloomy shade]
Oft when o'er Earth is spread the gloomy shadeOf wintry clouds, the ever mournful wind
Sighs like some Ghost that through the forest-glade
Seeketh the quiet it can never find:
So sad, so lost, at times man's spirit flies
From thought to thought yet findeth no relief,
O'ercast by mortal cares that thickening rise,
And Nature all does minister to grief—
O power divine! in such relentless hour
Upon benighted souls thy blessed sunshine pour.
[1838]
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