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Rh Light that sometimes shines upon it

Finds it deep, and pure, and cold;

And the starry gleam reflected,

Leaves no bosom secret told.

In my spirit's depths are hidden

Treasures gathered from all life:

Pearls of thought, and gold of feeling,

Moveless with the current's strife.

In life's lively panorama,

Looking for what is to be,

We forget to note the present

Ere the changing phantoms flee;

But as clouds by tempests driven

Scatter rain-drops as they fly,

Many golden sands have fallen

Where they must forever lie.

In my heart the silver treble

Of these broken notes of song,

Makes no discord in the music

As it flows in waves along;

For the spirit of my dreaming

Sings me all the missing notes,

And the strain to you so broken

Perfect to my hearing floats.