Verses In An Album.
By Thomas Hood
Far above the hollow Tempest, and its moan, Singeth bright Apollo In his golden zone, - Cloud doth never shade him, Nor a storm invade him, On his joyous throne. So when I behold me In an orb as bright, How thy soul doth fold me In its throne of light! Sorrow never paineth, Nor a care attaineth To that blessed height.
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