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[As the April sun breaking]
As the April sun breaking
Through masses of cloud,
Flings a dim ray of brightness
O'er the dark purple shroud—
A single ray, stealing
Across the wild sky,
Like an angel of promise
From glory on high!
Through masses of cloud,
Flings a dim ray of brightness
O'er the dark purple shroud—
A single ray, stealing
Across the wild sky,
Like an angel of promise
From glory on high!
So memory brings us
From the days that are gone,
Some bright sunny moment,
Seen sparkling alone!—
Though faintly she trace it,
Forgetfulness round it,
Yet she brings it as pure
And as calm as she found it!
From the days that are gone,
Some bright sunny moment,
Seen sparkling alone!—
Though faintly she trace it,
Forgetfulness round it,
Yet she brings it as pure
And as calm as she found it!
As we gaze o'er the desert
That stretches between,
And doat on that moment
So brightly serene!
Its joys are remembered—
Its happiness cherished—
Its cares, if it had them,
Forgotten and perished.
That stretches between,
And doat on that moment
So brightly serene!
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Its happiness cherished—
Its cares, if it had them,
Forgotten and perished.
It is hard to conceive
When we think what we are,
All wearied with trouble,
All worn out with care—
That we are the same
With those whom we see,
In that glimpse of the past
So happy and free;
When we think what we are,
All wearied with trouble,
All worn out with care—
That we are the same
With those whom we see,
In that glimpse of the past
So happy and free;
Then, motes in the sunbeam
Disporting so gaily;
Now, learning new sorrows,
Fresh bitterness daily;—
But we'll banish the present,
To live in the past,
Content with the knowledge
That nothing can last.
Disporting so gaily;
Now, learning new sorrows,
Fresh bitterness daily;—
But we'll banish the present,
To live in the past,
Content with the knowledge
That nothing can last.
1827.
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