Robert Browning

So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.

So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I read more

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.

Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
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Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
Found the one gift of which Fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.