Nugae Modernae Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park |
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SOMNIUM JUCUNDISSIMUM.
------“Oh! too transcendent vision,
To sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given.”
LORD BYRON.
To sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given.”
LORD BYRON.
Sweet was the dream that cheer'd me yesternight:—
I thought an arm of strength was plac'd near mine,
Form'd with a symmetry that seem'd divine,
Yet lifeless, and as pallid to the sight
As clay-cold corse. The hand was open quite:
And I perceiv'd within its hollow palm
A wound, that testified some deadly harm
Had hapt its Owner. Soon, to my delight,
The fingers, moving, grasp'd my arm around,
And gently drew me upward from the ground;
And, as I rose, how heavenly was the joy
That did my visionary thought employ,
For I soon found (and blessed be the sign!)
It was a Saviour's hand that grappled mine.
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