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gloomiest day hath gleams of light; The darkest wave hath bright foam near it; And twinkles through the cloudiest night Some solitary star to cheer it.

The gloomiest soul is not all gloom; The saddest heart is not all sadness; And sweetly o'er the darkest doom There shines some lingering beam of gladness.

Despair is never quite despair; Nor life, nor death, the future closes; And round the shadowy brow of Care, Will Hope and Fancy twine their roses. F. H.