[Written for the Sentinel]

Inspiration

In deep and somber fastness of a woodA silent golden cataract of lightO'er crags of green and yellow foliage leaps,Nor bends its radiant courseTill in the troubled mirror of a poolIts molten splashes far across the fernsWake glimm'ring light,Like diamond dew amid the maidenhair.

So oft into the darkened human thoughtDivine Truth pours its gracious healing floodOf sudden understanding men call sightInto the tangled massOf false beliefs, whose seeming depthsAre searched, and so of mystery robbed.Then Spirit's senseHas faith serene and hope that shineth bright.

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