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A NIGHT OFF POINT JUDITH.
Dark was the night, and o'er the ocean's breast
The angry winds went howling on their way,
Vexing the billows into wild unrest,
Uncheered by e'en a star's descending ray;
When, struggling through the tempest and the gloom,
Our bark complained like one in bitter woe,
As if in dread of some impending doom,
That threatened in the strife its overthrow.
But at the darkest, when the shrinking soul
Was merged in depths of bitterness and fear,
Above the elemental din there stole
A bell's sweet tone, — glad music to our ear!
And broad before us beamed the beacon-light,
The twin-star trembling upon Judith's breast,
That put at once all brooding fear to flight,
And gave our hearts an augury of rest.
Light out of darkness! — so amid the shade
Of sorrow's night a light supernal breaks,
And from the dream of grief that late dismayed
The soul to peaceful consciousness awakes.
The angry winds went howling on their way,
Vexing the billows into wild unrest,
Uncheered by e'en a star's descending ray;
When, struggling through the tempest and the gloom,
Our bark complained like one in bitter woe,
As if in dread of some impending doom,
That threatened in the strife its overthrow.
But at the darkest, when the shrinking soul
Was merged in depths of bitterness and fear,
Above the elemental din there stole
A bell's sweet tone, — glad music to our ear!
And broad before us beamed the beacon-light,
The twin-star trembling upon Judith's breast,
That put at once all brooding fear to flight,
And gave our hearts an augury of rest.
Light out of darkness! — so amid the shade
Of sorrow's night a light supernal breaks,
And from the dream of grief that late dismayed
The soul to peaceful consciousness awakes.
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