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"IN DREAMS OF SILENT NIGHT."
In dreams of silent night, thy voiceFell gently on my ear.Though all unseen thy shadowy form,Yet still that voice was near.
Like music from some blessed land,Upon my ear it stole,And breathed a speechless ecstasyThroughout my inmost soul.
It woke, with wizard's spell, a thoughtOf bright, but vanished hours;When gayly in its blooming pathsI plucked life's thornless flowers.
But not on me thy words sent forthTheir sweet mysterious flow.Waking, thy thoughts are not of me:Shall dreams the boon bestow?
Still it was ecstasy to catchThat dear, though "careless word."How oft by one low-uttered tone,The heart's deep springs are stirred!
I woke: the rapture was dispelled,With morning's golden beam;As life's most fair and dazzling joysProve oft a fading dream.