Poems (Hoffman)/From My Window
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FROM MY WINDOW
I see the Asylum's towers
Loom up 'gainst purpling hills behind,
Long sweeps, the shaded brown and green
Of field and meadow, lie between
Broidered with sprays of orchard flowers.
Loom up 'gainst purpling hills behind,
Long sweeps, the shaded brown and green
Of field and meadow, lie between
Broidered with sprays of orchard flowers.
I hear the maniac's awful shriek,
The anguish of the tortured mind;
A linnet from a cherry bough
Is pouring forth such gladness now
As none would try to speak.
The anguish of the tortured mind;
A linnet from a cherry bough
Is pouring forth such gladness now
As none would try to speak.
I feel the solemn, awful fact
Of pain and sin to earth assigned,
Mercy in sunshine, bird and bloom
Covers with wings the darkest tomb;
Yet earth hath something lacked.
Of pain and sin to earth assigned,
Mercy in sunshine, bird and bloom
Covers with wings the darkest tomb;
Yet earth hath something lacked.
I know there is a better land
Else would we not forever find
Misery intruding on our bliss
And blighting what we love in this
With such a ruthless hand?
Else would we not forever find
Misery intruding on our bliss
And blighting what we love in this
With such a ruthless hand?
I see, I hear, I feel, I know
Life is a cloud, all glory lined;
Why fear to rise above the gloom
Above the blasts that blight earth's bloom
And spoil its promise so?
Life is a cloud, all glory lined;
Why fear to rise above the gloom
Above the blasts that blight earth's bloom
And spoil its promise so?