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Poem
October 16, 1884
Evening Capital
Annapolis, Anne Arundel County, Maryland
What is this article about?
The poem offers solace in the transient nature of earthly sufferings, portraying life as a temporary garment to be shed, with death as an enchanted isle. It urges contemplation of divine processes amid anguish for spiritual rest and elevation.
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OCR Quality
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Excellent
Full Text
There is a strange, sweet solace in the thought
That all the woes we suffer here below
May as a dank and hideous garment wrought
For us to wear, whether we will or no,
Be cast aside, with a relieving smile,
After a little while.
No mortal roaming, but hath certain end;
We toil and sail without a chart for friend,
Though far unto the ocean spaces gray
There looms at last the one enchanted isle,
Above the sky line, faint and faraway,
After a little while.
Ah, when our cares come thronging thick and fast,
With more of anguish than the heart can bear,
Though friends desert, and, as the heedless blast,
Even love pass by us with a stony stare,
Let us withdraw into some ruined pile,
Or lonely forest aisle—
And contemplate the never-ceasing change,
And from our petty lives our soul estrange,
Whereby the processes of God are wrought;
We feel the rest that must our cares beguile,
Thus bathed in currents of exalted thought,
After a little while!
-Golden Hours.
That all the woes we suffer here below
May as a dank and hideous garment wrought
For us to wear, whether we will or no,
Be cast aside, with a relieving smile,
After a little while.
No mortal roaming, but hath certain end;
We toil and sail without a chart for friend,
Though far unto the ocean spaces gray
There looms at last the one enchanted isle,
Above the sky line, faint and faraway,
After a little while.
Ah, when our cares come thronging thick and fast,
With more of anguish than the heart can bear,
Though friends desert, and, as the heedless blast,
Even love pass by us with a stony stare,
Let us withdraw into some ruined pile,
Or lonely forest aisle—
And contemplate the never-ceasing change,
And from our petty lives our soul estrange,
Whereby the processes of God are wrought;
We feel the rest that must our cares beguile,
Thus bathed in currents of exalted thought,
After a little while!
-Golden Hours.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Solace In Suffering
Mortality
Divine Processes
Earthly Woes
Spiritual Rest
What entities or persons were involved?
Golden Hours
Poem Details
Author
Golden Hours
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains With Refrain
Key Lines
After A Little While.
There Looms At Last The One Enchanted Isle,
We Feel The Rest That Must Our Cares Beguile,
Thus Bathed In Currents Of Exalted Thought,