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Yearnings.

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I long for diviner regions, -     The spirit would reach its goal;     Though, this world hath surpassing beauty,     It warreth against the soul.     There's a cloud in the eastern heaven;     Beyond it, a cold gray sky;     But I know that the sun's rare radiance     Will brighten it by and by.     In the fane of my soul is glowing     The joy of a hope to come,     That will touch with its Memnon finger     The lips that are cold and dumb:     Till illumed by the smile of heaven,     And blest with a purer life,     Will the gloom that o'ershades my spirit     Depart like a vanquished strife.

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