Through Every Sense A Sweet Balm Permeates

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Title:     Through Every Sense A Sweet Balm Permeates
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

Through every sense a sweet balm permeates,
As music strikes new tones from every nerve.
The soul of Feeling enters at the gates
Of Intellect, and Fancy comes to serve
With fitting homage the propitious guest.
Nature, erewhile so lonely and oppressed,
Stands like a stately Presence, and looks down
As from a throne of power. I have grown
Full twenty summers backwards, and my youth
Is surging in upon me till my hopes
Are as fresh-tinted as the checkered leaves
That the sun shines through. All the future opes
Its endless corridors, where time unweaves
The threads of Error from the golden warp of Truth.

[The end]
Charles Sangster's poem: Through Every Sense A Sweet Balm Permeates

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