John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж)
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.
John Townsend Trowbridge’s other poems:
- The Old Man of the Mountains under the Moon and Stars
- The Vagabonds
- The Boy I Love
- Old Robin
- Dorothy in the Garret
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