Robert Browning

England
7 May 1812 // 12 Dec 1889
Poet, Playwright

I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God, the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward,—Nature's good
And God's.

A Soul's Tragedy


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