poems.
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When dark storms are round us,
And clouds above roll.
Ah, who in dark sorrow
But sighs for that flow'r!
True friendship shines fairest
In sorrow's dark hour!
And clouds above roll.
Ah, who in dark sorrow
But sighs for that flow'r!
True friendship shines fairest
In sorrow's dark hour!
LINES.
The dreams of earth obscure our joy,
Else peace and joy might ever reign;
So idle sounds sweet melody
When soft it echoes o'er the main.
Else peace and joy might ever reign;
So idle sounds sweet melody
When soft it echoes o'er the main.
Begone! begone, ye earth-born dreams!
And let my spirit mount on high;
Nor weary me, ye vain proud schemes,—
My home, my portion, is the sky.
And let my spirit mount on high;
Nor weary me, ye vain proud schemes,—
My home, my portion, is the sky.
Oh! shall the fading things of Time
Draw down the soul that should be free?
There all is holy, great, sublime,
Immortal joys,—eternity!
Draw down the soul that should be free?
There all is holy, great, sublime,
Immortal joys,—eternity!
