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SELF-COMMUNION.
Such speechless rapture I have known,
But only in my dreams.
But only in my dreams.
My life has been a morning sky
Where Hope her rainbow glories cast
O’er kindling vapours far and nigh:
And, if the colours faded fast,
Ere one bright hue had died away
Another o’er its ashes gleamed;
And if the lower clouds were grey,
The mists above more brightly beamed.
But not for long;—at length behold,
Those tints less warm, less radiant grew;
Where Hope her rainbow glories cast
O’er kindling vapours far and nigh:
And, if the colours faded fast,
Ere one bright hue had died away
Another o’er its ashes gleamed;
And if the lower clouds were grey,
The mists above more brightly beamed.
But not for long;—at length behold,
Those tints less warm, less radiant grew;
