TO J. C. D.
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We hare heard it—oft-rimes heard it; and amidst the hurrying throng,
Some glad tone of young affection, pouring its sweet stream along!
To the way-worn and the weary breathing words of life and lore,
Pointing upward, ever upward, to the fountain- head above.
Some glad tone of young affection, pouring its sweet stream along!
To the way-worn and the weary breathing words of life and lore,
Pointing upward, ever upward, to the fountain- head above.
It hath gathered strength and terror, it hath gathered sweetness too,
Since the world of syn and shadow burst upon our infant view;
It hath been a star of promise shining o'er a weary way,
Singing, singing: rough the darkness, like a bird at break of day!
Since the world of syn and shadow burst upon our infant view;
It hath been a star of promise shining o'er a weary way,
Singing, singing: rough the darkness, like a bird at break of day!
We hare heard it on the hillside, when together side by side,
We hare watched the white clouds moving in the pleasant eventide,
Pictured forth their strange, appearance, through imagination's eye,
When for our beloved country, fought the warriors of the sky.
We hare watched the white clouds moving in the pleasant eventide,
Pictured forth their strange, appearance, through imagination's eye,
When for our beloved country, fought the warriors of the sky.
Oft beneath the tall, dark cedars of our first; and far-off home
We have heard it through our bosoms like a gush of music come;
We have heard it through our bosoms like a gush of music come;
