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Thus power and hope were strength-
Within me, till there came upon my
A sense of loneliness, a thirst with which I pined.
Alas that love should be a blight and
To those who seek all sympathies
Such once I sought in vain; then black despair,
Which crushed and withered mine, that could not be
Aught but a lifeless clog, until revived by thee.
The shadow of a starless night, To trample: this was ours, and we unwas thrown
shaken stood !
Over the world in which I moved
Yet never found I one not false to me,
Thou Friend, whose presence on my
Fell, like bright Spring upon some
How beautiful and calm and free thou
Now has descended a serener hour, And, with inconstant fortune, friends return;
Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power
Which says "Let scorn be not repaid with scorn."
And from thy side two gentle babes are born
To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we
Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn:
And these delights, and thou, have been to me
In thy young wisdom, when the The parents of the Song I consecrate to mortal chain
Of Custom thou didst burst and
rend in twain,
And walk as free as light the clouds
Which many an envious slave then
From his dim dungeon, and my spirit
To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long!
Although I trod the paths of high intent,
I journeyed now: no more companionless,
No more alone through the world's wilderness, .
Where solitude is like despair, I
There is the wisdom of a stern content
When Poverty can blight the just and good,
When Infamy dares mock the innocent,
And cherished friends turn with the multitude
They say that thou wert lovely from
Of glorious parents, thou aspiring
- for One then left this
One voice came forth from many a mighty spirit
And the tumultuous world stood mute to hear it,
As some lone man who in a desert hears
The music of his home :-unwonted fears
Fell on the pale oppressors of our
Which was the echo of three-
Which wrap them from the foundering seaman's sight,
Whose life was like a setting planet That burn from year to year with mild,
Which clothed thee in the radiance
Of its departing glory; still her fame
Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim
The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name.
Truth's deathless voice pauses among mankind!
If there must be no response to my cry
If men must rise and stamp, with fury blind,
On his pure name who loves them, -thou and I,
Sweet friend! can look from our tranquillity
Like lamps into the world's tempestuous night,
Two tranquil stars, while clouds are passing by
When the last hope of trampled
Like a brief dream of unremaining
From visions of despair I rose, and scaled
The peak of an aërial promontory, Whose caverned base with the vext surge was hoary;
And saw the golden dawn break forth, and waken