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Think I hear ſome pleaſant ſound,

Some loving breath I feel;

I think I ſee ſome dawning light,

But do not know it well.

The ſtorm is turn'd into a calm,

The darkneſs into light,

The fearful darkneſs of the night

Doth vaniſh out of ſight.

I ſee the clouds withdraw themſelves,

And ſhadows flee away.

I think I ſee fome glancing rays

Of an approaching day.

The morning-ſtar I do diſcern,

The day on high to ſpring,

Which to the weary dying heart

Life from the dead doth bring.

The ſun doth riſe with beauteous beams,

And dazzling rays of light;

Of pureſt light, and only meet

To follow ſuch a night.