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DREAMS OF HEAVEN.
"The burden of the stranger's heart
Which here alone I bear,
Like the night-shadow shall depart,
With my first wakening there.
"And borne on eagle-wings afar,
Free thought shall claim its dower,
From every realm, from every star,
Of glory and of power."
O woman! with the soft sad eye,
Of spiritual gleam,
Tell me of those bright worlds on high,
How doth thy fond heart dream?
By thy sweet mournful voice I know,
On thy pale brow I see,
That thou hast lov'd, in fear, and woe—
Say what is Heaven to thee?
