Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Stanzas (Sadness with all its busy train)
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STANZAS.
Sadness with all its busy train Of musings, hovered o'er me,And with a magic power threw Its misty veil before me.
It was not dark within my soul,— A ray of heavenly loveI felt inspire my mental shrine, With influence from above.
But still I saw my spirits sink; The world looked cold around me,And friendship seemed but shadow's shade, When twilight thus had found me.
I raised my eyes to yon bright sphere, Where in unfading lightness,One little star was smiling down, In all its native brightness.
E'en thus, I thought, doth Heaven throw, A star of hope before us,And with its soothing power shed, A cheering radiance o'er us.