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HOPE AND MEMORY.
Hope—Memory,—blessed pair! how sweetly gleamsO'er life the lustre of their mingling beams!
There comes, e'en here on earth, full many an hour
When, by the stress of thought's transfiguring power,
Some joy or sorrow, with absorbing sway,
Swells to an age the limits of a day:
And, lo! the sun stands still o'er Gibeon,
While softly from the vale of Ajalon
The lingering moon looks forth, and moon and sun,
Like rose and lily, weave their lights in one:
Moonrise and sunset, Hope and Memory, blend
To make the Heavenly day that knows no end!
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