Poems (Hornblower)/Sonnet (That face—Oh! it is eloquent with love)
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SONNET.
That face—Oh! it is eloquent with love, And bright with purity and holiness; And yet it wears the sign of past distress,A trace of sad thoughts, time may not remove.The conflict has been there;—yes, dearest dreams Have been resigned at duty's sacred call; 'T is past—that gentle heart has yielded all!Yet hope and faith now shed then hallowed beamsAround the sufferer's brow; for the lost trust Of earthly joy, th' Eternal glories shine,Lighting that pale cheek with a heavenly grace;Now conquered are the trials of the dust, And past the bitter tears;—for dreams divineMingle with sorrow, in that calm, sweet face!