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A DREAM
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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