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SOME DAY.
(By Irven.]
Some dor, Bomcwherc. all jfatient eyes tear
blinded.
Shall thine anew where tens no more shall
start;
And in their tf ory we shall be reminded .
How weeping softens an untutored heart.
Some day, somewhere, all lips that eadly quiver
.*upprDssine sorrow— bidding pain be dumb—
Shall nnd sweet son? outbursting, like a river
To voice the bliss of weakness overcome.
Some day the Rnarlcd and knotted hands, en
twiniriff
About an earthly burden hard to bear,
Shall find they lifted lite to higher shrininjr
That all their fellows greater joy shoffid share
Some day the hearts— ihe wounded heart*, now
DIeecjng
Beneath the thorns of bitter (rrief ard woe
Shall find Luvc'i precious herba their balm con
ceding;
Arid Love's erert touch in ivrecter healinc
JlBOTV.
Some day the violets, lost to our remembrance,
Will, in the purple aisles of aerial Spare
Bring bark our Springtime, and our youth's re
With all its infinite and tender (rrtce.
Some day the ice-bound streams of love, impeded
By earthly circumstance, from flowing free
Shall be unloosened, and all their nssion needed
To tune our beauty, and eiprcss our dec
Some day each soul will find ita own coinplete
And niato with other soul in dear Desire
bm y 'ye- °ur &Ifhoo'''s sweet
And bless this Earth for purifying fire.
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