But beams there not, on night’s dark Heaven o’er thee,
Purely and brightly, gentle star on star?
Then let thy gaze pierce those sad clouds around thee—
See thro’ the opening, dimly tho’ at first,
Breaking the chains that to despair had bound thee:
Light out of darkness gloriously burst.
Hope on—tho’ shadows shut out present gladness,
Not far beyond, the sunlight lingers still—
Dim looks the valley, in its misty sadness,
Ere the bright day hath climbed the eastern hill.