Dreams Poem by John Henry Newman
Dreams
OH! miserable power
To dreams allow'd, to raise the guilty past,
And back awhile the illumined spirit to cast
On its youth's twilight hour;
In mockery guiling it to act again
The revel or the scoff in Satan's frantic train!
Nay, hush thee, angry heart!
An Angel's grief ill fits a penitent;
Welcome the thorn—it is divinely sent,
And with its wholesome smart
Shall pierce thee in thy virtue's palmy home,
And warn thee what thou art, and whence thy
wealth has come.
The nightmare of dreams is the reaction of bad acts in life and surely the conscience will the heart sure! Thanks for sharing this here!
What a powerful confessional poem. A penitent has no need to worry about a sinful past: all is forgiven by a merciful God. It is better to 'welcome the thorn' if you can.
Miserable power! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Nay, hush thee, angry heart! An Angel's grief ill fits a penitent; Welcome the thorn—it is divinely sent, .. a very good poem. tony
Dreams to raise the guilty past but angels come to the rescue.
miserable power To dreams allow'd//// really a great lines Dream is not that which you see while sleeping it is something that does not let you sleep.”. (the ever greatest A.P.J. Abdul Kalam)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A lot behind the words