Frances Anne Kemble - Impromptu (IV) lyrics

Sorrow and sin, and suffering and strife, Have been cast in the waters of my life; And they have sunk deep down to the well-head, And all that flows thence is embitterèd. Yet still the fountain up towards heaven springs, And still the brook where'er it wanders sings; And still where'er it hath found leave to rest, The blessed sun looks down into its breast; And it reflects, as in a mirror fair, The image of all beauty shining there.