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Laugh'st at our losses, Sorrow,
As in some godlike glee?
Away, away forever
Our vessels seem to sail:
The Eternal Breath o'ertakes them;
Home speeds them every gale.
As in some godlike glee?
Away, away forever
Our vessels seem to sail:
The Eternal Breath o'ertakes them;
Home speeds them every gale.
The filmy gold and purple
Swathed not the hills we trod:
'Twas hard and common climbing,
The bramble and the clod.
The bitterness we tasted
Was Truth's most wholesome leaven:
The friends that left us lonely
Are opening doors in heaven.
Swathed not the hills we trod:
'Twas hard and common climbing,
The bramble and the clod.
The bitterness we tasted
Was Truth's most wholesome leaven:
The friends that left us lonely
Are opening doors in heaven.
And now the deeper midnight
Uncovers larger stars;
And grafts of glory bourgeon
From earthly blights and scars.
And now the mists are lifting—
The tides are rushing in—
'T is sunrise on the mountains!—
Lo! life is yet to win!
Uncovers larger stars;
And grafts of glory bourgeon
From earthly blights and scars.
And now the mists are lifting—
The tides are rushing in—
'T is sunrise on the mountains!—
Lo! life is yet to win!
