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In The Depths

By Arthur Hugh Clough

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It is not sweet content, be sure,     That moves the nobler Muse to song,     Yet when could truth come whole and pure     From hearts that inly writhe with wrong?     Tis not the calm and peaceful breast     That sees or reads the problem true;     They only know on whom it has prest     Too hard to hope to solve it too.     Our ills are worse than at their ease     These blameless happy souls suspect,     They only study the disease,     Alas, who live not to detect.

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About Arthur Hugh Clough

Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–1861) was an English poet whose work explores Victorian doubt and moral uncertainty. His poems "Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth" and "The Latest Decalogue" are sharp, thoughtful, and still widely anthologized.

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