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When by my solitary hearth I sit, / And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; / When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, / And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; / Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, / And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night, / Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray, / Should sad Despondency my musings fright, / And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away, / Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof, / And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.