Richard Chenvix Trench

 

Some murmur, when their sky is clear

      And wholly bright to view,

 

 Some murmur, when their sky is clear

      And wholly bright to view,

 If one small speck of dark appear

      In their great heaven of blue.

And some with thankful love are filled

      If but one streak of light,

One ray of God’s good mercy, gild

      The darkness of their night.

 

In palaces are hearts that ask,

      In discontent and pride,

Why life is such a dreary task

      And all things good denied.

Yet hearts in poorest huts admire

 

      How love has in their aid

(Love that not ever seems to tire)

      Such rich provision made.
 
 
 

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