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No! it shall live again, and shineIn bliss unknown to beams of thine,By Him recalled to breath,Who captive led captivity,Who robbed the grave of Victory,—And took the sting from Death!
Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me upOn Nature's awful wasteTo drink this last and bitter cupOf grief that man shall taste—Go, tell the night that hides thy face,Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race,On Earth's sepulchral clod,The darkening universe defyTo quench his Immortality,Or shake his trust in God!

A DREAM.

Well may sleep present us fictions,Since our waking moments teemWith such fanciful convictionsAs make life itself a dream.—Half our daylight faith's a fable;Sleep disports with shadows too,Seeming in their turn as stableAs the world we wake to view.Ne'er by day did Reason's mintGive my thoughts a clearer print
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