more excerpts from Tennyson

In Memoriam A.H.H.

from no. 55
..."I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the world's altar-stairs
That slope through darkness up to God,

I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope"

from no. 56
..."O life as futile, then, as frail!
O for thy voice to soothe and bless!
What hope of answer, or redress?
Behind the veil, behind the veil.