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XXV.
PROMISE.
Another yet, and still another height,And still the last most wearisome; but hark!
Comes not, like bless'd starlight through the dark,
Smiling with soft but most effectual light,
The confident look of hope, that cheers us still—
Mocks at the toilsome waste of wood and hill,
And with most sweet assurance of a joy,
That waits and beckons at the cottage door,
Takes off the oppressive toil, the day's annoy,
And teaches that the task will soon be o'er,—
Forgot in arms we love:—then, if we tell
Of the day's journey, 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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