Sonnets of Sorrow. 2. I know my heart has always been devout I know my heart has always been devout, And faith burned in me like a clear white flame, There was no room among my thoughts for doubt, Though hopes were thwarted and though sorrows came, God seemed a living Presence, kind and just And ever near. Yea, even in great grief When parents, friends and offspring turn to dust He stood beside me, refuge and relief. But when one hideous night you went away Deaf to my cry and to my pleadings dumb, You took God with you. Now in vain I pray And beg Him to return: He does not come: Nor has He sent one Angel from his horde To comfort me with some convincing word. |
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