"THE HAPPIEST DAY." |
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"THE HAPPIEST DAY."
I THE happiest day-the happiest hour
My seared and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween
But they have vanished long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been
But let them pass. III And pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may ev`n inherit
The venom thou hast poured on me
Be still my spirit! IV The happiest day-the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see-have ever seen
The brightest glance of pride and power
I feet have been: V But were that hope of pride and power
Now offered with the pain
Ev`n then I felt-that brightest hour
I would not live again: VI For on its wing was dark alloy
And as it fluttered-fell
An essence-powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
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