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SONNET.—ANOTHER YET, AND YET ANOTHER.
Another yet, and yet another height,And still the last most wearisome! But, hark!
Comes not, like blesséd starlight through the dark,
Hope's confident whisper, that, with sudden bright,
Makes glad the landscape; cheers the spirit still;
Mocks at small toil, o'er rocky plain or hill,
And sings a sweet assurance of the joy
That waits and beckons at the cottage door?
How little then appears the day's annoy,
And Bliss rewards us when the toil is o'er!
And if in arms that love us, we should tell
Of the day's labor, wearisome and sad,
'Twill be in thanks and blessings, that so well
It ended, in a night so bright and glad.
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