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Rh [INSPIRING LOVE.]

moment wondrous I remember

Thou before me didst appear

Like a flashing apparition,

Like a spirit of beauty pure.

'Mid sorrows of hopeless grief,

'Mid tumults of noiseful bustle,

Rang long to me thy tender voice,

Came dreams to me of thy lovely features.

Went by the years. The storm's rebellious rush

The former dreams had scattered

And I forgot thy tender voice,

I forgot thy heavenly features.

In the desert, in prison's darkness,

Quietly my days were dragging;

No reverence, nor inspiration,

Nor tears, nor life, nor love.