In visions of dark night, I have dreamed of joy departed; But awaking dream of life and light. Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day, To him whose eyes are cast, On things around him, with a ray, Turned back upon the past? That holy dream, that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered meas 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?