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He comes at length, a happy man, to find His only dream of hope fulfill'd at last. The sunshine of his all-believing mind There is no doubt or fear to overcast; No chilling forethought checks his bliss; the past Leaves no regret for him, and all to come Is change and wonder and delight. How fast Hath busy fancy conjured up a sum Of joys unknown, whereof the expectance makes him dumb!

O happy day, the Messenger of Heaven Hath found them in their lonely dwelling place! O happy day, to them it would be given To share in that Eternal Mother's grace, And one day see in heaven her glorious face Where Angels round her mercy-throne adore! Now shall they mingle with the human race, Sequester'd from their fellow kind no more; O joy of joys supreme! O bliss for them in store!