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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Charles Tennyson Turner 1808–79

The Forest Glade

AS one dark morn I trod a forest glade,

A sunbeam enter’d at the further end,

And ran to meet me thro’ the yielding shade—

As one, who in the distance sees a friend,

And, smiling, hurries to him; but mine eyes,

Bewilder’d by the change from dark to bright,

Receiv’d the greeting with a quick surprise

At first, and then with tears of pure delight;

For sad my thoughts had been—the tempest’s wrath

Had gloom’d the night, and made the morrow gray;

That heavenly guidance humble sorrow hath,

Had turn’d my feet into that forest-way,

Just when His morning light came down the path,

Among the lonely woods at early day.