A Dream
In visions of the dark nightI have dreamed of joy departed--But a waking dream of life and lightHath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by dayTo him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a rayTurned 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 brightIn Truth's day star?
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