  There is a pause in nature, ere the storm Rushes resistless in its awful might; There is a softening twilight, ere the morn Expands her wings of glory into light. There is a sudden stillness in the heart, Ere yet the tears of wounded feeling flow; A speechless expectation, ere the dart Of sorrow lays our fondest wishes low. There is a dreamy silence in the mind, Ere yet it wakes to energy of thought; A breathless pause of feeling, undefined, Ere the bright image is from fancy caught. There is a pause more holy still, When Faith a brighter hope has given, And, soaring over earthly ill, The soul looks up to heaven! |
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