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Saturday, 25 July 2015

The Wheels by Frederick William Faber

There are strange solemn times when serious men
Sink out of depth in their own spirit, caught
All unawares, and held by some strong thought
That comes to them, they know not how or when,
And bears them down through many a winding cell.
Where the soul’s busy agents darkly dwell;
Each watching by his wheel that, bright and bare,
Revolveth day and night to do its part
In building up for Heaven one single heart.
And moulds of curious form are scattered there,
As yet unused, — the shapes of after deeds;
And veiled growths and thickly sprouting seeds
Are strewn, in which our future life doth lie
Sketched out in dim and wondrous prophecy.

From: Faber, Frederick William, The Cherwell Water-Lily, and Other Poems, 1840, J. G. F. & J. Rivington: London, p. 76.
(https://archive.org/stream/cherwellwaterli00fabegoog#page/n95/mode/2up)

Date: 1840

By: Frederick William Faber (1814-1863)

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