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Waves of Thought.
Then another sunlit picture From that gallery long and dim,Floats before my weary spirit, Through the darkness like a gleam.
'Tis a chamber softly shaded From the glaring light of day,Where a weak and thankful Mother, With her new-born infant lay.
Little then did that fond mother, While she watched her tender nest,Dream that ere another summer, One little bird would be at rest.
Thus on life's troubled sea are mingled Scatter'd buds of joy and grief,E'en as flowers from mystic depths, float Upward from the coral reef.
Rye Beach, 1851.
