Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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And yet since first we saw that eye
A clearer beam it sure hath caught ;
It turns not now so dreamily,
As if uncertain what it sought !
But firmly, consciously doth rest
Upon that cloudlet in the west.
And well may he with hope and prayer
Follow the barque fast fading there.
The frail thread of her fate is one
With that of his unhappy son.
He rose, when God said to the night
Of his despair ; 'Let there be light !'
And gathered all his little store
Of hoarded wealth to count it o'er.
One precious chain of shining gold —
His mother's gift, and she had told
How many generations past
Had worn the relic, she the last.
