A DVENTUROUS power! that hath transported me
To an invisible and brighter world;
Open'd the records of futurity,
And all its wonders to my soul unfurl'd.
Prophetic hope! O, in life's wildest doom,
When all around is dim and desolate,
Thou art the smiling conqueror of fate;
Thy form sits brooding o'er the lowliest tomb.
Still be th' unfailing guardian of my way;
Thy smile was blessing to my infant breast,
The inspiration of my youthful day,
When doubtful, trust — and comfort, when distrest;
And now when clouds and tempests o'er me lower,
O bear my spirit up in this dark hour!
A DVENTUROUS power! that hath transported me
To an invisible and brighter world;
Open'd the records of futurity,
And all its wonders to my soul unfurl'd.
Prophetic hope! O, in life's wildest doom,
When all around is dim and desolate,
Thou art the smiling conqueror of fate;
Thy form sits brooding o'er the lowliest tomb.
Still be th' unfailing guardian of my way;
Thy smile was blessing to my infant breast,
The inspiration of my youthful day,
When doubtful, trust — and comfort, when distrest;
And now when clouds and tempests o'er me lower,
O bear my spirit up in this dark hour!
To an invisible and brighter world;
Open'd the records of futurity,
And all its wonders to my soul unfurl'd.
Prophetic hope! O, in life's wildest doom,
When all around is dim and desolate,
Thou art the smiling conqueror of fate;
Thy form sits brooding o'er the lowliest tomb.
Still be th' unfailing guardian of my way;
Thy smile was blessing to my infant breast,
The inspiration of my youthful day,
When doubtful, trust — and comfort, when distrest;
And now when clouds and tempests o'er me lower,
O bear my spirit up in this dark hour!
A DVENTUROUS power! that hath transported me
To an invisible and brighter world;
Open'd the records of futurity,
And all its wonders to my soul unfurl'd.
Prophetic hope! O, in life's wildest doom,
When all around is dim and desolate,
Thou art the smiling conqueror of fate;
Thy form sits brooding o'er the lowliest tomb.
Still be th' unfailing guardian of my way;
Thy smile was blessing to my infant breast,
The inspiration of my youthful day,
When doubtful, trust — and comfort, when distrest;
And now when clouds and tempests o'er me lower,
O bear my spirit up in this dark hour!
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