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She holds her arms out to her child, His cradle-song she sings:The last rays of the sunset gleam Upon her outspread wings.
Calm twilight veils the summer sky, The shining clouds are gone;In vain the merry laughing child Still gayly prattles on;In vain the bright stars, one by one, On the blue silence start,A dreary shadow rests to-night Upon the father's heart.
COMFORT.
AST thou o'er the clear heaven of thy soul Seen tempests roll?Hast thou watched all the hopes thou wouldst have won Fade, one by one?Wait till the clouds are past, then raise thine eyes To bluer skies.Hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night, And found no light,No guide, no star, to cheer thee through the plain, No friend, save pain?Wait, and thy soul shall see, when most forlorn, Rise a new morn.
