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Waves of Thought.
Then another sunlit picture
From that gallery long and dim,
Floats before my weary spirit,
Through the darkness like a gleam.
From that gallery long and dim,
Floats before my weary spirit,
Through the darkness like a gleam.
'Tis a chamber softly shaded
From the glaring light of day,
Where a weak and thankful Mother,
With her new-born infant lay.
From the glaring light of day,
Where a weak and thankful Mother,
With her new-born infant lay.
Little then did that fond mother,
While she watched her tender nest,
Dream that ere another summer,
One little bird would be at rest.
While she watched her tender nest,
Dream that ere another summer,
One little bird would be at rest.
Thus on life's troubled sea are mingled
Scatter'd buds of joy and grief,
E'en as flowers from mystic depths, float
Upward from the coral reef.
Scatter'd buds of joy and grief,
E'en as flowers from mystic depths, float
Upward from the coral reef.
Rye Beach, 1851.
