Transfigured Life

I looked back on my Big Question from the beginning of the year, What can truly make me happy, and I feel the need to change it. The question on my mind now is, why can't the world change? Why does there have to be wars, death, poverty, sadness? Why can the world change for the better? Soooo I found this sonnet that I think connects to my big question, it's called Transfigured Life.

As growth of form or momentary glance

In a child's features will recall to mind

The father's with the mother's face combin'd,--

Sweet interchange that memories still enhance:

And yet, as childhood's years and youth's advance,

The gradual mouldings leave one stamp behind,

Till in the blended likeness now we find

A separate man's or woman's countenance:--

So in the Song, the singer's Joy and Pain,

Its very parents, evermore expand

To bid the passion's fullgrown birth remain,

By Art's transfiguring essence subtly spann'd;

And from that song-cloud shaped as a man's hand

There comes the sound as of abundant rain.