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In visions of the
dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed --
But a waking dreams 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 Truths day-star ?
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