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HOPE.
I know he will return!
There's something in my heart—
A light, as of a star,
That dwells, like truth, apart!
A feeling to confide—
On what I scarce discern;
But oh! a voice within
Still says “He will return!”
There's something in my heart—
A light, as of a star,
That dwells, like truth, apart!
A feeling to confide—
On what I scarce discern;
But oh! a voice within
Still says “He will return!”
I dreamt an angel came,
With soft and starry wing,
That scatter'd bloom and joy
O'er every living thing.
Her breath was on my cheek—
Her whisper in mine ear;
Oh! angel words are sweet,
But none like Hope's to cheer!
With soft and starry wing,
That scatter'd bloom and joy
O'er every living thing.
Her breath was on my cheek—
Her whisper in mine ear;
Oh! angel words are sweet,
But none like Hope's to cheer!
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She show'd me where his ship—
The ocean's glory—sail'd;
Where neither mist nor storm
Nor wintry wrath prevail'd:
So beauteous o'er the deep,
From gallant stem to stern,
I bless'd it in my sleep;—
Yes, Hope! he will return!
The ocean's glory—sail'd;
Where neither mist nor storm
Nor wintry wrath prevail'd:
So beauteous o'er the deep,
From gallant stem to stern,
I bless'd it in my sleep;—
Yes, Hope! he will return!
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