poems.
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HOPE.
Brightly the sun in splendour is shining
O'er the far mountains; the storm rolls away.
Soft is the radiance when grief is declining;—
The sweet, peaceful beaming of hope's happy day!
O'er the far mountains; the storm rolls away.
Soft is the radiance when grief is declining;—
The sweet, peaceful beaming of hope's happy day!
Yes! sorrow may wreck the dear world of our love,
And o'er our heart's treasures its dark mantle throw;
But th' bright rays of promise that beam from above
Will cause the deep anguish to cease in its flow.
And o'er our heart's treasures its dark mantle throw;
But th' bright rays of promise that beam from above
Will cause the deep anguish to cease in its flow.
TO SLEEP.
Soft sleep, descend! oh, lend thy gentle power
To chase sad thoughts away, and thou wilt bless;
Cast to oblivion this most wretched hour,
Fraught with strange grief I never can express.
To chase sad thoughts away, and thou wilt bless;
Cast to oblivion this most wretched hour,
Fraught with strange grief I never can express.
Away, away, wild visions! throng no more
My weary mind; away, ye idle dreams!
Soft sleep, descend! mine aching brain restore,
For now with vain imaginings it teams.
My weary mind; away, ye idle dreams!
Soft sleep, descend! mine aching brain restore,
For now with vain imaginings it teams.
Sweet sleep, come down! to me most sweet thou art.—
A transient death from sorrow, pain, and care;
Ah! to my soul thou ever canst impart
New strength to struggle, and new strength to bear.
A transient death from sorrow, pain, and care;
Ah! to my soul thou ever canst impart
New strength to struggle, and new strength to bear.
