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When hoarse winds roar, and lightnings gleam,
And thunders shake the spheres,
We shrink affrighted from the scene,
And trembling, own our fears.
But Sol breaks forth, serenely bright,
The clouds are chas'd away;
With double joy we bless the light,
And hail the coming day.
And thunders shake the spheres,
We shrink affrighted from the scene,
And trembling, own our fears.
But Sol breaks forth, serenely bright,
The clouds are chas'd away;
With double joy we bless the light,
And hail the coming day.
So my poor heart, when long opprest
With heavy weight of care,
Sunk cold and languid in my breast,
And welcom'd black despair.
But now the cherub, Hope, appears,
The clouds before her fly;
She soothes my cares, she dries my tears,
And fills my heart with joy.
With heavy weight of care,
Sunk cold and languid in my breast,
And welcom'd black despair.
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The clouds before her fly;
She soothes my cares, she dries my tears,
And fills my heart with joy.
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