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[Fair hopes and sunny visions once were hers]
Fair hopes and sunny visions once were hers,That mov'd along the silver chords of life,
As youth impell'd them with her breath of joy,
Who saw no cloud beneath the morning sky
To dim its lustre;—so to me she seem'd
Like to an angel on the earth who stands
Waiting with eye uprais'd, to reascend,
Entering the gates of heaven; and thus divine
Mercy restored her to a better home
Than Earth can give the children of her love,
Herself create in sorrow,—yea a poor
And widowed mother, who with troubled eye
Bends dimly o'er her book of living woe.
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