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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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[53. Though snows enwrap the mountain's head]

Though snows enwrap the mountain's head
Yet round our feet bright flowers are spread:
O, thus in life may ever be
Sorrow afar—and Joy with thee—
Maria this fond wish of mine
Springs from a love that would entwine
All which is beautiful around
Thy heart in lasting verdure bound.
But sad experience checks the wing
Of Hope—here no eternal Spring
Gladdens the ever changing earth;
Perennial Summer never yet had birth.
I may not hope that life shall be
A lasting sunshine, even to thee:
Clouds, cold and darkness must descend,
And sorrow's self thy anxious spirit bend—
But when life's darkest shadow lays
Upon thy heart, may cheering rays
Of holy hope from out the darkness rise—
A faithful promise of eternal joys—
Thomas Cole May 10, 1840