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The happiest day--the happiest hour
My seared 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 vanished long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been--
But let them pass.
And pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may ev'n inherit
The venom thou hast poured 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 offered with the pain
Ev'n then I felt--that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wings was dark alloy
And as it fluttered--fell
An essence--powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
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