‘O misery! to wake in darkness, wake From vision of unutterable joy; Instead of trumpet-sound and song of Heaven, To hear the dull clock measuring out time, When I had seemed to touch Eternity! In the first pang of disappointed hope, I wept that I could wake from such a dream; Until Faith gently whispered, “Wherefore weep To lose the faint dim shadow of a joy Of which the substance shall one day be thine? Live in the hope,--that hope shall brighten life, And sanctify it to its highest end.”