Great Poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson


Cleave then to the sunnier side of doubt,

And Cling to Faith beyond the form of Faith!

She Reels not in the storm of warring words,

She brightens at the clash of “Yes” or “No”

She sees the best that glimmers through the worst,

She feels the sun is hid but for a night,

She spies the summer through the winter bud,

She taste the fruit before the blossom falls,

She here the lark within the songless egg,

She finds the fountain where they wailed ” Mirage “


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