Sonnet

Blest Spirit of Calm that dwellest in these woods!

Thou art a part of that serene repose

That ofttimes lingers in the solitudes

Of my lone heart, when the tumultuous throes

Of some vast Grief have born me to the earth.

For I have fought with Sorrow face to face;

Have tasted of the cup that brings to some

A frantic madness and delirious mirth,

But prayed and trusted for the light to come,

To break the gloom and darkness of the place.

Through the dim aisles the sunlight penetrates,

And nature's self rejoices; heaven's light

Comes down into my heart, and in its might

My soul stands up and knocks at God's own temple-gates.

George Sangster