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STANZAS,
WRITTEN IN THE LAST ILLNESS OF MY SISTER. MARIA HACK.
To me one light of other days
Seems fading from the past!
And by grief's chill and sickly haze
My spirit is o'er-cast.
Seems fading from the past!
And by grief's chill and sickly haze
My spirit is o'er-cast.
One note of life's first melody
Seems dying on my ear!
And were not sorrow's fountains dry,
Might prompt the frequent tear.
Seems dying on my ear!
And were not sorrow's fountains dry,
Might prompt the frequent tear.
Another star! whose brightness fell
On childhood's path, is quenching;
One more strong hold on memory's spell,
Up by its roots is wrenching.
On childhood's path, is quenching;
One more strong hold on memory's spell,
Up by its roots is wrenching.
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Yet am I not left all forlorn,
Or sunk in utter gloom;
For glimpses of a brighter morn
Shine forth beyond the tomb!
Or sunk in utter gloom;
For glimpses of a brighter morn
Shine forth beyond the tomb!
Unto that dawn of endless day,
I look with trembling hope,
Striving meanwhile, as best I may,
With present clouds to cope.
I look with trembling hope,
Striving meanwhile, as best I may,
With present clouds to cope.
Knowing those clouds, now dark as night,
Obey His word and will,
Who is the Fulness of all light,
Day's only Fountain still.
Obey His word and will,
Who is the Fulness of all light,
Day's only Fountain still.
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