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Visions Of The Night

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Parent Issue
Day
27
Month
September
Year
1861
Copyright
Public Domain
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Wli en thou slocpest lulled in niglit, Art thou lost in vaesuoy 1 Doth no silont ioward ügbt Softly breaking fall on thee ? Doth no dronm on qniet wing rioat B moment mid that ray, Touch some answering mental string, Wake not a note and '133 awny 1 Wlicn t'iou watchest as tli hours, Mute and blind are speodiag on, OVr the ravless path whcre lowera Jiuffled midriight, black and lone, Ci -uu's iliere notliing boTering near, Thought or half reulity, Whispenng mam Is m thine eara, Every word a myitery, Chanting low an ancient lay, Every plaintire note a spell, Clearing memory'a clouds :ivay, Show D({ scènes tliy heart iovea well ? Songs f rgot, in ehildhood suag. Airs in pouth 'jfloved and kuown, Whispered by that airy tongoe, Once again are m:ide thine own. B; it dr'am in hnunted sleep, Be il thought in vigil lone, Driiikst thou not a raptor deep From the feeling, 't is tliine own ? All thine own; thoü need st not teil WUat bright torm thy slumber biest - All thine own : remera ber well Kighc and shuJe were round thy rest. Nothing looked upon thy bed, Save the lonely wa.ch light's gleam ; Not a wtiisper, nol a tread Boared thy spirit 's glonous dream. Bometimea, hen the midnight gaie Breatlied a moan and lh"n was still, Seemed the spell of thought to fa.il, Chtcked by on! ecstatic thrill ; Feit as all esternal things, Robed in moonlight, smote thine eye; Tr.en th}" spirit's waiting wings QuiveJred, tremblad, pread 10 fty, Then th" aspirer, wiljly kwelling Lcoked, wlK-ie 'midst transcendency Star to star til muely telling Heaven's resolve and Fate s deeree. Oh ! it longed tor holier fire ïluui ths sparb in earthly slirine ; Oh ! it, noared aad higher, higher, Souglu t.' reach a hone divine. Hopeleaa quest ! soon weak and weary Flagged the piuion, drooped the plunie, Atd again, in sadnssa dreary, Came the baffled wanderer horae. Ani". r.gnin it turned for Boothing To the unfinii-hed broken dream ; While the ruffled current smoothing Thought rolled on her -tartled stream. I bave í It this eherishfld feeling, fcweet aiiil kioYn to none but me ! Still I feit it night y healing Euch dark day 8 despoudencj-.

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Old News
Michigan Argus