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A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE.
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
The forms that once have been,
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time's flowing tide, Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.
Here runs the highway to the town;
There the green lane descends, Through which I walk to church with thee
O gentlest of my friends!
The shadow of the linden trees
Lay moving on the grass ;
A shadow, thou didst pass.
Thy dress was like the lilies,
And thy heart as pure as they : One of God's holy messengers
Did walk with me that day.
I saw the pranches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet, The clover-blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet.
“Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!” Solemnly sang the village choir
On that sweet Sabbath morn.
Through the closed blinds the golden sun
Poured in a dusty beam, Like the celestial ladder seen
By Jacob in his dream.
And ever and anon the wind,
Sweet-scented with the hay,
Long was the good man's sermon,
Yet it seemed not so to me;
And still I thought of thee,