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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