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FOREST MELODIES. |
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Strange that the misty vapour,
Arising in the sky; Or clouds of gloomy shadow In darkness wand'ring by, Should overwhelm so quickly The gladness of the heart, Bidding its inmost sunshine, Its cheerfulness depart.
O ! the spirit is connected,
By a mysterious chain Of secret, golden sympathies, To this dark world of pain.
Oft, oft a burst of sunshine, From yonder king of day, Dispels these mental shadows, And drives our fears away. A gush of light surprises
The shades that meet our view, And blissful thought arises, Like vapour from the dew.
0 j there's a bond mysterious,
That o'er the soul holds sway; Linking its secret sympathies With every sunny ray.
1844. .' |
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