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A DreamIn 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?
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