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issue 10


In visions of the dark night 

I have dreamed of joy departed— 

But a waking dream of life and light 

Hath left me broken-hearted. 


Ah! what is not a dream by day 

To him whose eyes are cast 

On things around him with a ray 

Turned back upon the past? 


That holy dream—that holy dream, 

While all the world were chiding, 

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam 

A lonely spirit guiding. 


What though that light, thro' storm and night, 

So trembled from afar— 

What could there be more purely bright 

In Truth's day-star? 

-Edgar Allen Poe for Waif Magazine

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