Sonnet [Each Human Life With Mysteries Is Replete]

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Title:     Sonnet [Each Human Life With Mysteries Is Replete]
Author: Joseph Horatio Chant [More Titles by Chant]

Each human life with mysteries is replete;
They press upon us in its early dawn,
And multiply apace as years roll on,
And at each turn we must their problems meet.
Reason is blind, and fails their end to see,
Misjudges God and gathers only woe,
And from this spring much turbid waters flow.
Only the pure in heart from doubt are free;
They read aright the writing on the wall
Which solves the problems of our earthly lot;
To them God draws aside the veil, and shows
The golden threads with which the garment glows,
And why one dwells in palace, one in cot,
And how His love is working good to all.

[The end]
Joseph Horatio Chant's poem: Sonnet [Each Human Life With Mysteries Is Replete]

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