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THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARK. |
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THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARK.
We think of heavenly bliss, and cast our eyes
Amid yon white curl'd clouds and sun-bright air;
And, lost within the softness of the skies,
Cry, Surely Heaven is there!
Amid yon white curl'd clouds and sun-bright air;
And, lost within the softness of the skies,
Cry, Surely Heaven is there!
And yet you tell us that yon ambient light
Is but delusion, that, beyond our bound
Of atmosphere, all is perpetual night,
Silence and dark profound.
Is but delusion, that, beyond our bound
Of atmosphere, all is perpetual night,
Silence and dark profound.
Where shall immortal spirits find their home
Of light and beauty, if yon azure arc
Be an illusion, and beyond that dome,
Unfathomable dark?
Of light and beauty, if yon azure arc
Be an illusion, and beyond that dome,
Unfathomable dark?
I close my lids in slumber, and thus make
My world a dungeon, shorn of the blessed beams:
But soon I cross the bar of sleep, and wake
Into the light of dreams.
My world a dungeon, shorn of the blessed beams:
But soon I cross the bar of sleep, and wake
Into the light of dreams.
And so there is within the night of space
An inward day, unseen by mortal eye.
That day to reach, its mysteries to trace,
We only need to die.
An inward day, unseen by mortal eye.
That day to reach, its mysteries to trace,
We only need to die.
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