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A Dream

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed, But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me borken-hearted.

Ah! What is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around hime with a ray Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream--that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar, What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?

Cliffnotes

Chiding or chide(v): To scold mildly; reprimand.