Verses In An Album

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Title:     Verses In An Album
Author: Thomas Hood [More Titles by Hood]

Far above the hollow
Tempest, and its moan,
Singeth bright Apollo
In his golden zone,--
Cloud doth never shade him,
Nor a storm invade him,
On his joyous throne.

So when I behold me
In an orb as bright,
How thy soul doth fold me
In its throne of light!
Sorrow never paineth,
Nor a care attaineth
To that blessed height.

[The end]
Thomas Hood's poem: Verses In An Album

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