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A THOUGHT.

Yon sail on the horizon's verge
Doth like a wandering spirit seem,—
A shadow in a sea of light—
The passing of a dream.
A moment more and it is gone!
We know not how—we know not where;
It came—an instant staid—and then
It vanish'd into air.
Such are we all: we sail awhile
In joy, on life's fair summer sea;
A moment—and our bark is gone
Into Eternity.