"In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed-

But a waking dream of life and light

Hath left me broken-hearted.


Ah! what is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him with a ray

Turned back upon the past?


That holy dream- that holy dream,

While all the world were chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam

A lonely spirit guiding.


What though that light,

thro' storm and night,

So trembled from afar-

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day-star? "

"Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light"