Poem by John Townsend Trowbridge

Providence

WEARY with pondering many a weighty theme,
I slept; and in the realm of vision saw
A mighty Angel reverently updraw
The cords of earth, all woven of gloom and gleam,
Wiles, woes, and many a silver-threaded stream
Of sighs and prayers, and golden bands of law,
And ties of faith and love, with many a flaw
Riven, but reunited in my dream.
These the great Angel, gathering, lifted high,
Like mingled lines of rain and radiance, all
In one bright, awful braid divinely blended,
That reached the beams of heaven,—a chain whereby
This dimly glorious, shadow-brooding ball
And home of man hung wondrously suspended.

1. Dorothy in the Garret
2. Recollections of «Lalla Rookh»
3. Old Man Gram
4. The Boy I Love
5. A Home Idyl

George Herbert Providence ("O Sacred Providence, who from end to end")

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