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Well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught / A feeling strange or new; / Thou hast but roused a latent thought, / A cloud-closed beam of sunshine brought / To gleam in open view.
Deep down, concealed within my soul, / That light lies hid from men; / Yet glows unquenched -- though shadows roll, / Its gentle ray cannot control -- / About the sullen den.