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TO FANCY
Bright angel of heavenliest birth!
Who dwellest among us unseen,
O'er the gloomiest spot on the earth
There's a charm where thy footsteps have been.
We feel thy soft sunshine in youth,
While our joys like young blossoms are new;
For O! thou art sweeter than Truth,
And fairer and lovelier too!
Who dwellest among us unseen,
O'er the gloomiest spot on the earth
There's a charm where thy footsteps have been.
We feel thy soft sunshine in youth,
While our joys like young blossoms are new;
For O! thou art sweeter than Truth,
And fairer and lovelier too!
The exile, who mourneth alone,
Is glad in the glow of thy smile,
Tho' far from the land of his own,
In the ocean's most desolate isle:
And the captive, who pines in his chain,
Sees the banners of glory unroll'd,
As he dreams of his own native plain,
And the forms of the heroes of old.
Is glad in the glow of thy smile,
Tho' far from the land of his own,
In the ocean's most desolate isle:
And the captive, who pines in his chain,
Sees the banners of glory unroll'd,
As he dreams of his own native plain,
And the forms of the heroes of old.
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In the earliest ray of the morn,
In the last rosy splendour of even,
We view thee—thy spirit is borne
On the murmuring zephyrs of heaven:
Thou art in the sunbeam of noon,
Thou art in the azure of air,
If I pore on the sheen of the moon,
If I search the bright stars, thou art there!
In the last rosy splendour of even,
We view thee—thy spirit is borne
On the murmuring zephyrs of heaven:
Thou art in the sunbeam of noon,
Thou art in the azure of air,
If I pore on the sheen of the moon,
If I search the bright stars, thou art there!
Thou art in the rapturous eye
Of the bard, when his visions rush o'er him;
And like the fresh iris on high
Are the wonders that sparkle before him.
Thou stirrest the thunders of song,
Those transports that brook not control;
Thy voice is the charm of his tongue,
Thy magic the light of his soul!
Of the bard, when his visions rush o'er him;
And like the fresh iris on high
Are the wonders that sparkle before him.
Thou stirrest the thunders of song,
Those transports that brook not control;
Thy voice is the charm of his tongue,
Thy magic the light of his soul!
Like the day-star that heralds the sun,
Thou seem'st, when our young hopes are dawning;
But ah! when the day is begun,
Thou art gone like the star of the morning!
Like a beam in the winter of years,
When the joys of existence are cold,
Thine image can dry up our tears,
And brighten the eyes of the old!
Thou seem'st, when our young hopes are dawning;
But ah! when the day is begun,
Thou art gone like the star of the morning!
Like a beam in the winter of years,
When the joys of existence are cold,
Thine image can dry up our tears,
And brighten the eyes of the old!
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Tho' dreary and dark be the night
Of affliction that gathers around,
There is something of heaven in thy light,
Glad spirit! where'er thou art found:
As calmly the sea-maid may lie
In her pearly pavilion at rest,
The heart-broken and friendless may fly
To the shade of thy bower, and be blest!
Of affliction that gathers around,
There is something of heaven in thy light,
Glad spirit! where'er thou art found:
As calmly the sea-maid may lie
In her pearly pavilion at rest,
The heart-broken and friendless may fly
To the shade of thy bower, and be blest!
F. T.
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