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o change their day to night? Alone! alone! Oh, word of fearful tone! Well might the moon withhold her light, The stars withdraw from human sight, When Love was overthrown. The Minstrel's heart how changed! Love's principalities, O'er which he reigned supreme, Usurped by earth's realities; The realm through which he ranged Become a vanished dream! And yet he sung, as sings The dying swan that droops its wings And drifts along the stream: ------ THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOW PANE. A joy from my soul's departed, A bliss from my heart is flown, As weary, weary-hearted, I wander alone--alone! The night wind sadly sigheth A withering, wild refrain, And my heart within me dieth For the light in the window pane. {149} The stars overhead are shining, As brightly as e'er they shone, As heartless--sad--repining, I wander alone--alone! A sudden flash comes streaming, And flickers adown the lane, But no more for me is gleaming The light in the window pane. The voices that pass are cheerful, Men laugh as the night winds moan; They cannot tell how fearful 'Tis to wander alone--alone! For them, with each night's returning, Life singeth its tenderest strain, Where the beacon of love is burning-- The light in the window pane. Oh, sorrow beyond all sorrows To which human life is prone: Without thee, through all the morrows, To wander alone--alone! Oh, dark, deserted dwelling! Where Hope like a lamb was slain, No voice from thy lone walls welling, No light in thy window pane. But memory, sainted angel! Rolls back the sepulchral stone, And sings like a sweet evangel: "No--never, never alone! {150} True grief has its royal palace, Each loss is a greater gain; And Sorrow ne'er filled a chalice That Joy did not wait to drain! ------ "Man must be perfected By suffering," he said; "And Death is but the stepping-stone, whereby We mount towards the gate Of heaven, soon or late. Death is the penalty of life; we die, Because we live; and life Is but a constant strife With the immortal Impulse that within Our bodies seeks control-- The time-abiding Soul, That wrestles with us--yet we fain would win. And what? the victory Would m
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