Quote#God & Faith
A soul so pitiably forlorn
Quote byWilliam Wordsworth · 1770–1850
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: To the Lady Fleming, st. 7 (1823).
English (original)
A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride; And still be not unblest—compared With him who grovels, self-debarred From all that lies within the scope Of holy faith and christian hope; Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
— William Wordsworth
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