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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DOUBT, by FERNAND GREGH Poet's Biography
First Line: Dying upon the topmost boughs
Last Line: Lord, who perhaps are not!
Subject(s): Doubt; Skepticism
First Line: Dying upon the topmost boughs
Last Line: Lord, who perhaps are not!
Subject(s): Doubt; Skepticism
Dying upon the topmost boughs,
A ray of sunlight weaves
In its setting curious golds
On the green and silver leaves.
In the dim sky where evening falls,
In the deep-water blue,
Lightnings of deeper shadow there,
Live wings of birds skim through.
An endless charm pervades all things,
Mellowing peaceably;
All is joyous, comforted, calm:
Life moves on holily.
Sounds of the far-off city life
Are wafted over the hill ...
Why is my spirit suddenly
Stirred so I must be still?
Lord! With quiet common things
How our wonder is increased!
How like we are to poor folk
Before a splendid feast!
How simply we bow down to You,
Find You in every humble spot,
Throughout our unfolding, holy lives,
Lord, who perhaps are not!
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