i was not always sorrowful.
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Oh! once I had a blessed dream,—
It filled me with delight:—
A vision full of happiness
Stole o'er me in the night.
It filled me with delight:—
A vision full of happiness
Stole o'er me in the night.
I thought the absent and the loved
Was standing by my side,
In all his youthful loveliness—
In all his manhood's pride.
Was standing by my side,
In all his youthful loveliness—
In all his manhood's pride.
At first, amid a crowd be stood;
But quick to me he came,
And, in his soft, endearing tone,
He fondly breathed my name.
But quick to me he came,
And, in his soft, endearing tone,
He fondly breathed my name.
I started up—I would not lose,
For worlds, a single word;
For every feeling of my soul
By that dear voice was stirred.
For worlds, a single word;
For every feeling of my soul
By that dear voice was stirred.
He said—"Oh! I am happy now,—
Far happier than when here;
Then cease to wear a saddened brow,
Or shed for me a tear.
Far happier than when here;
Then cease to wear a saddened brow,
Or shed for me a tear.
