A DREAMIn visions of the dark nightI have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dreams of life and lightHath left me broken-hearted.Ah! what is not a dream by dayTo him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a rayTurned back upon the past?That holy dream—that holy dream,While all the world were chiding,Hath cheered me as a lovely beamA lonely spirit guiding.What though that light, thro’ storm and night,So trembled from afar-What could there be more purely brightIn Truths day-star?1827.
In visions of the dark nightI have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dreams of life and lightHath left me broken-hearted.Ah! what is not a dream by dayTo him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a rayTurned back upon the past?That holy dream—that holy dream,While all the world were chiding,Hath cheered me as a lovely beamA lonely spirit guiding.What though that light, thro’ storm and night,So trembled from afar-What could there be more purely brightIn Truths day-star?
1827.