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Thou bright mirage, that o'er man's arduous way / Hast hung in the hot sky, with fountains streaming, / Cool marble domes, and palm-fronds waving, gleaming,- / Vision of rest and peace to end the day! / Now he is weariest, alone, astray, / Spent with long labor, led by thy sweet seeming, / Faint as the breath of Nature's lightest dreaming, / Thou waverest and vanishest away!
Can Nature dream? Is God's great sky deceiving? / Where joy like that the clouds above us show / Be sure the counterpart must lie below, / Sweeter than hope, more blessed than believing! / We lose the fair reflection of our home / Because so near its gates our feet have come!