Matthew Arnold (1822–88). The Poems of Matthew Arnold, 1840–1867. 1909.
New Poems, 1867East London
[First published 1867.]
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Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
And the pale weaver, through his windows seen
In Spitalfields, look’d thrice dispirited;
‘Ill and o’erwork’d, how fare you in this scene?’
‘Bravely!’ said he; ‘for I of late have been
Much cheer’d with thoughts of Christ, the living bread.’
Set up a mark of everlasting light,
Above the howling senses’ ebb and flow,
Not with lost toil thou labourest through the night!
Thou mak’st the heaven thou hop’st indeed thy home.