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LOVE, JOY AND PLEASURE.
Then Malice sent forth a shadowy bark,
Which, bounding o'er the wave,
Came like a meteor's brilliant spark,
A star of light mid the tempest dark,
A beacon of hope from the grave.
Which, bounding o'er the wave,
Came like a meteor's brilliant spark,
A star of light mid the tempest dark,
A beacon of hope from the grave.
Joy onward rushed to the airy skiff
Which near them gayly drew;
But ah! she sank to the arms of Grief?
For the bark, which promised them sure relief,
Away like lightning flew.
Which near them gayly drew;
But ah! she sank to the arms of Grief?
For the bark, which promised them sure relief,
Away like lightning flew.
Then the smile of Scorn and Malice gleamed
Across the billow's foam,
And long and loud fell Hatred screamed
With fiend-like joy, as the lightning streamed
Around their forms of gloom.
Across the billow's foam,
And long and loud fell Hatred screamed
With fiend-like joy, as the lightning streamed
Around their forms of gloom.
On, on, they drifted before the gale;
Again the signal rose;
Joy and Pleasure the beacon hail;
Love's ashy cheek becomes less pale
As clearer and brighter it glows.
Again the signal rose;
Joy and Pleasure the beacon hail;
Love's ashy cheek becomes less pale
As clearer and brighter it glows.
'Twas Hope who fired the beacon high,
And she came with her anchor of rest;
And Faith, who raised towards heaven her eye,
Spoke peace to the storm of the troubled sky,
And calm to the weary breast.
And she came with her anchor of rest;
And Faith, who raised towards heaven her eye,
Spoke peace to the storm of the troubled sky,
And calm to the weary breast.
