Sonnet Xxxii. On Hearing That It Is Supposed, From Astronomical Considerations, The World Is Yet In Its Infancy. Poem by Henry Alford

Sonnet Xxxii. On Hearing That It Is Supposed, From Astronomical Considerations, The World Is Yet In Its Infancy.



So then the lessons of all--teaching Time
Shall not be fruitless; but the sons of men
Will live to ripen into age, and ken
The hidden laws of God: the doubts and fears
That flit around us, when the light appears,
Shall cease to haunt us; and young Truth, by then
Vigorous for good, shall take his power and reign,
Nursed in the discipline of human tears.
Oh, might I live when, from this stir of things
That fills our days, some new and mighty birth
Of purest mind hath risen upon the earth;
Or when my spirit folds her weary wing
Where no storm comes, watching with calm delight,
On human beauty feed my angel--sight.

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