THE STOLEN SUNBEAM.
There 's a light that burns with a quenchless glow,
In the wide, deep caverns of earth below;
Like the fire that lives on the Parsee's shrine,
Is the amber torch of the lighted mine.
Burning forever, steadily bright;
Flickering never, a changeless light;
Proud and passionless, still and fair;
Burning forever without a glare;
Burning forever, so still and deep,
A quenchless flame in a dreamless sleep;
And Time's broad ocean may roll its waves
While space hath room for the centuries' graves;
It hath not billows to dim the shine
Of the wizard fagot that lights the mine.
Beware! beware! of a starless beam!
The nightmare spell of a miser's dream.
Emotionless ever, its subtle art
Tugs at the strings of the world's strong heart.
The nightmare spell of a miser's dream.
Emotionless ever, its subtle art
Tugs at the strings of the world's strong heart.
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