And thou canst make that desert mind
Bloom sweetly as the blushing rose;
Thou canst illume that rayless void
Till darkness like the day-gleam glows.
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Thus shalt thou shed a purer ray
O’er each beclouded mind within,
Than pours the glorious orb of day
On this dark world of care and sin.
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