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The Happiest Day The Happiest Hour

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 The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween; But they have vanish'd long, alas! The visions of my youth have been- But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee? Another brow may even inherit The venom thou hast pour'd on me Be still, my spirit! The happiest day- the happiest hour Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen, The brightest glance of pride and power, I feel- have been: But were that hope of pride and power Now offer'd with the pain Even then I felt- that brightest hour I would not live again: For on its wing was dark alloy, And, as it flutter'd- fell An essence- powerful to destroy A soul that knew it well.

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