God’s mercy shines;
And my full heart hath made record of this,
Of grief that burst from out its dark confines
Into strange sunlit bliss.
TESS
The free fair life that has never been mine, the glory that might have been,
If I were what you seem to be and what I may not be!
I know I walk upon the earth, but a dreadful wall between
My spirit and your spirit lies, your joy and my misery.
The angels that lie watching us, the little human play,