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poems.
When clouds are round thy distant way,
God keep thy soul in love;
While beams upon its gloom a ray,—
The glory from above.
God keep thy soul in love;
While beams upon its gloom a ray,—
The glory from above.
THE LOSS OF THE STEAMER LEXINGTON.
"We know not what a day may bring forth."
Fled like the horrors of a fearful dream;,
The secrets of that dark and awful night.
The sun in glorious majesty went down,
Shedding the splendors of his parting beam:
O'er the expanse of sky, and land, and sea.
Forth on the yielding wave the bounding bark,
Exulting as an uncaged bird to cleave
With golden wing its airy element,
Moved in the pride of queenly dignity.
And hearts beat there whose gems of truth and love
Outshone the wealth of Eastern argosy.
Hope, the fond priestess at affection's shrine,
Awaited each returning wanderer,
While Love grew breathless from excess of bliss.
The secrets of that dark and awful night.
The sun in glorious majesty went down,
Shedding the splendors of his parting beam:
O'er the expanse of sky, and land, and sea.
Forth on the yielding wave the bounding bark,
Exulting as an uncaged bird to cleave
With golden wing its airy element,
Moved in the pride of queenly dignity.
And hearts beat there whose gems of truth and love
Outshone the wealth of Eastern argosy.
Hope, the fond priestess at affection's shrine,
Awaited each returning wanderer,
While Love grew breathless from excess of bliss.
How little know we, when the heart beats high
With joy's untold, unutterable strength,
What the dim future has in store to blight
Life's fairest bloom, and hope's most radiant dreams!
With joy's untold, unutterable strength,
What the dim future has in store to blight
Life's fairest bloom, and hope's most radiant dreams!
