Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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[103. 'Tis all a dream: our joys, our fears]
'Tis all a dream: our joys, our fearsOur hopes a dream—The spirit hath existence
But now it sleeps, of its earthly sleep
These are the feverish visions—The waking time
Draws near, when all such ill-form'd phantasies
Shall flee away like night-clouds from the sun—
A morn shall dawn: a bright mid-day arrive
Then the reality of being shall be known
In the full glory of eternal life—
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