My loveliest dream! In thee I hold The last relics of hope and faith Which blest with thy perpetual grace Where all my sorrows I enfold My soul suffers; I scarce can brook This constant anguish deep within With nought the void can be fill in And in mine eyes there is blank look Wheresoe’er my poor soul may roam, It brims with sorrow’s loneliness, ‘Tis lost into such deep distress Oh when at last it’ll find its home?! Thro’ wasted lands and barren plains I take this somber walk alone. The wind brings me a distant moan: The echo of my woe remains. And any path I choose to tread And any road whereon I go Art thorny, curved and down below There is no light to loom ahead Dolorous burthen that I bear: My sadness that I can’t confine, Around my heart its ropes entwine; Its mock I see in every tear. Oh, summer rain! Hush my dismay, While thy drops do conceal my tears, An’ then drown my unspoken fears At fairy dawn of new to-day The calm of starry heavens far I stand and watch in great delight; My hands are full of silver light My dream, thou art my guiding star! 31 March 2006