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A REFLECTION.
Like some faint light that shines along the deep,Joy to the watchful—peace to those who sleep—
Its blaze expanding, as each heart draws near
The home, where sparkles every smile that's dear;
'Till from its splendor, welcom'd in at last—
Fades all Reflection on the gloomy past!
So, in its birth, glows Man's pale beam of life,
The spark of sorrow—then the flame of strife—
Dazzling awhile, until its glare be spent
On deeds of madness, and of dark intent—
Next, a bright Beacon on his troubled Sea—
Bursting, at length, into Eternity!
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