Stanzas
Dublin Core
Title
Stanzas
Description
OH, tell me what sanative power
There is for the sorrowing heart:
What sunbeam to pierce the dark hour
When the flick'rings of Fortune depart!
KIND friends! oh, they last but a day
When our sun of prosperity's high
They sink with its setting away -
Are flow when adversity's nigh.
RELIGION! how mild is the balm
She pours in the agoniz'd breast;
How soft and how holy the calm
We feel with her spirit possest.
IN trouble she brings us her aid
But rest in the bright hope above.
She bids the soul be not afraid,
The leniant sweets of Thy love;
There is for the sorrowing heart:
What sunbeam to pierce the dark hour
When the flick'rings of Fortune depart!
KIND friends! oh, they last but a day
When our sun of prosperity's high
They sink with its setting away -
Are flow when adversity's nigh.
RELIGION! how mild is the balm
She pours in the agoniz'd breast;
How soft and how holy the calm
We feel with her spirit possest.
IN trouble she brings us her aid
But rest in the bright hope above.
She bids the soul be not afraid,
The leniant sweets of Thy love;
Creator
Arion
Source
1:48, p. 192
Date
1828.02.22
Collection
Citation
Arion, “Stanzas,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 4, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/116.
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