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