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to a friend.
Then the present appears,
All bedimmed with my tears.
And fancy, sweet fancy, is gone;
And dark is the day,
And lonely the way,
And the traveller treads heavily on.
All bedimmed with my tears.
And fancy, sweet fancy, is gone;
And dark is the day,
And lonely the way,
And the traveller treads heavily on.
Now she raises her eye,
And points to the sky,
And bids me look there for my rest;
And glories untold,
To my vision unfold,
As I gaze on the home of the bless'd.
And points to the sky,
And bids me look there for my rest;
And glories untold,
To my vision unfold,
As I gaze on the home of the bless'd.
