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Poem
May 5, 1866
Springfield Weekly Republican
Springfield, Hampden County, Massachusetts
What is this article about?
A sonnet titled 'Despondency' by M. McNary Spencer, reflecting on spiritual doubt and fear amid burdens, contrasted with the hope from nature and scripture, culminating in the biblical scene of the Marys at Christ's empty tomb.
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Despondency.
Dullness and unbelief twin sisters are,
Shame on my soul for walking with them long;
Fear was their gift, and chilling dread of wrong
To be endured with weights of present care.
And yet I heard the joyous woodbird bear
Witness of sustentation in her song,
And read in Holy Writ, God was so strong
That of His strength I might have ample share.
Still were my hills too steep, too rough my road,
My feet too sore to tread their destined way,
My bowing shoulders bore too large a load;
So felt the Marys in the morning's gray,
Who sought Christ dead, and o'er the stone did bode,
When, lo, an Angel sat where once He lay.
M. McNary Spencer.
Dullness and unbelief twin sisters are,
Shame on my soul for walking with them long;
Fear was their gift, and chilling dread of wrong
To be endured with weights of present care.
And yet I heard the joyous woodbird bear
Witness of sustentation in her song,
And read in Holy Writ, God was so strong
That of His strength I might have ample share.
Still were my hills too steep, too rough my road,
My feet too sore to tread their destined way,
My bowing shoulders bore too large a load;
So felt the Marys in the morning's gray,
Who sought Christ dead, and o'er the stone did bode,
When, lo, an Angel sat where once He lay.
M. McNary Spencer.
What sub-type of article is it?
Sonnet
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Death Mourning
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Despondency
Spiritual Doubt
Faith
Christ Tomb
Biblical Hope
What entities or persons were involved?
M. Mcnary Spencer.
Poem Details
Title
Despondency.
Author
M. Mcnary Spencer.
Form / Style
Petrarchan Sonnet
Key Lines
So Felt The Marys In The Morning's Gray,
Who Sought Christ Dead, And O'er The Stone Did Bode,
When, Lo, An Angel Sat Where Once He Lay.