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Hope
Break forth in joy my soul the waves retireAnd the dry land appears the promised land
Awake from sleep and strike the slumbering lyre
That long has lain forsaken by thy hand
Thou hast found grace the peace begins on earth
And thou e'en thou art called its joy to share
Awake thy notes are sweet an angel's birth
The trembling strings with joy unknown declare
Go on thy work shall grow with every day
The rising sun shall soon thy wishes greet
And thou from all defilement purged array
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And he thy faithful zeal in heaven shall own
And thou shalt strike thy lyre forever near the throne.
Poem No. 75; fall 1838–summer 1839
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