The Larger Hope
Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life will be destroyd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelld in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another gain. Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, far off, at last to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream; but who am I? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language, but a cry.
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"Oh yet we trust that somehow good..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lord Tennyson delivers a powerful performance in "The Larger Hope"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...