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204  Such thoughts as these that silent ship within our souls awoke, Are prophecies too sure and deep to be by darkness broke ; And whether there be storms or not, our spirits linked must be, Till our bark is moored in safety in the far Eternity.

hearts will seek romances— Youthful hearts will have their fancies; And there is a dream I cherish
 * That is with me all the day.

Of a grand old tree that springetli Where its waving foliage flingeth A soft shadow on the casement,
 * Where I muse the hours away—

A soft shadow, weary never
 * Of its light and shifting play.

This I dream—an angel spirit Is forever hovering near it, And within it and above it,
 * With a mission from the sky!

For the old tree seems to love me, As it waves its boughs above me With a faint and gentle murmur.
 * Or a low and saddened sigh;

For it seems to guard and cherish
 * Even the wayward dreamer—I!

There's a whisper and a blessing In the beautiful caressing Of the leaves that stoop to kiss me