A wilder'd being from my birth
    My spirit spurn'd control,
But now, abroad on the wide earth,
    Where wand'rest thou my soul?

In visions of the dark night
    I have dream'd of joy departed —
But a waking dream of life and light
    Hath left me broken-hearted.

And what is not a dream by day
    To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
    Turn'd back upon the past?

That holy dream — that holy dream,
    While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheer'd me as a lovely beam
    A lonely spirit guiding —

What tho' that light, thro' misty night
    So dimly shone afar—
What could there be more purely bright
    In Truth's day — star ?

-The End-

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In visions of the dark night
     I have dreamed of joy departed--
But a waking dream of life and light
     Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
     To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
     Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
     While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
     A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
     So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
     In Truth's day-star?

-The End-





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