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In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed;

But waking a dream of life and light

Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him, with a ray

Turned back back upon the part?

That holy dream, that holy dream

While all the world were chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lowely beam

A lonely spirit guiding.

What thought that light, thro' storm and night

So trembled from afar-

What could there be more purely bright