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    Anne Bronte - The Consolation

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    Anne Bronte - The Consolation - Read by Lucy Perry

    The Consolation
    by Anne Bronte (1820-1849)

    Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground
    With fallen leaves so thickly strown,
    And cold the wind that wanders round
    With wild and melancholy moan;

    There is a friendly roof, I know,
    Might shield me from the wintry blast;
    There is a fire, whose ruddy glow
    Will cheer me for my wanderings past.

    And so, though still, where'er I go,
    Cold stranger-glances meet my eye;
    Though, when my spirit sinks in woe,
    Unheeded swells the unbidden sigh;

    Though solitude, endured too long,
    Bids youthful joys too soon decay,
    Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue,
    And overclouds my noon of day;

    When kindly thoughts that would have way,
    Flow back discouraged to my breast;
    I know there is, though far away,
    A home where heart and soul may rest.

    Warm hands are there, that, clasped in mine,
    The warmer heart will not belie;
    While mirth, and truth, and friendship shine
    In smiling lip and earnest eye.

    The ice that gathers round my heart
    May there be thawed; and sweetly, then,
    The joys of youth, that now depart,
    Will come to cheer my soul again.

    Though far I roam, that thought shall be
    My hope, my comfort, everywhere;
    While such a home remains to me,
    My heart shall never know despair!