Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume III/Poetry
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POETRY
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE LETTERS.
It is a weary and a bitter hour
When first the real disturbs the poet's world,
And he distrusts the future. Not for that
Should cold despondency weigh down the soul:
It is a glorious gift, bright poetry,
And should be thankfully and nobly used.
Let it look up to heaven!
This poem is on the title page of Blanchard’s
Life and Literary Remains in both Volumes I and II.