Our Life Is Like A Forest, Where The Sun

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Title:     Our Life Is Like A Forest, Where The Sun
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

Our life is like a forest, where the sun
Glints down upon us through the throbbing leaves;
The full light rarely finds us. One by one,
Deep rooted in our souls, there springeth up
Dark groves of human passion, rich in gloom,
At first no bigger than an acorn-cup.
Hope threads the tangled labyrinth, but grieves
Till all our sins have rotted in their tomb,
And made the rich loam of each yearning heart
To bring forth fruits and flowers to new life.
We feel the dew from heaven, and there start
From some deep fountain little rills whose strife
Is drowned in music. Thus in light and shade
We live, and move, and die, through all this earthly glade.

[The end]
Charles Sangster's poem: Our Life Is Like A Forest, Where The Sun

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