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SONGS FROM TH? ST. LAWRENCE.
O, she slept a gentle sleep!
Yet methinks 'twas dreamless, deep,
For she wakes not now; Wild winds blow around her bed, Nightly dews their incense shed Round the spot where sleeps the dead,
Cold and low.
HOPE AND FEAR.
Hope and Fear, Strangely are ye blended here— Here in this sad world of ours,
Where joy and sorrow meet together, Where the gloomy storm-cloud lowers
Often in the sunniest weather.
Hope, thy smile Can the heart of care beguile; Thou pointest to a flowery way,
Through the distant future wending-^ O, how many a joyous ray
With each sunny beam is blending!
Rising Fear Sees that pathway through a tear— Beholds along the distant sky
Dark and dreadful omens hover; Hears in the wind-gust's fitful sigh
Sounds that hope could ne'er discover, |
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