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THEN AND NOW.

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AS passage-bird, far, far away from land,

Battling in his wild fright the encircling storm,

Is compassed by the billows and the wind,

So battled with adversity my soul!

But now the bird, trusting in his strong pinions,

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And rising far above the powerless surge,

To cleave the very clouds for refuge seeks,

Upstriving, till the surge he fears no more;

And my strong soul, on wings of thought confiding,

Still upward flew, piercing the clouds of woe,

And when the heaven was gained, all sorrow died!

Now seem the times with countless blessings numbered,

And all this world to me most beautiful;

Now pleasure dwells forever in my soul,

To fill it with imaginings of heaven!

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