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And when the blessed dawn again Brought daylight to the blushing skies, We woke, and not RELUCTANT then, To joyless LABOUR did we rise; But full of hope, and glad and gay, We welcomed the returning day. AND WHEN THE BLESSED DAWN AGAIN BROUGHT DAYLIGHT TO THE BLUSHING SKIES WE WOKE AND NOT RELUCTANT THEN TO JOYLESS LABOUR DID WE RISE BUT FULL OF HOPE AND GLAD AND GAY WE WELCOMED THE RETURNING DAY
That when the cup of wrath is drained, The metal purified, They'll cling to what they once disdained, And live by Him that died. PAST DAYS. 'Tis strange to think there WAS a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the heart, And frequent smiles unbidden came, And tears of grief would only flow In sympathy for others' woe; When speech expressed the inward thought, And heart to kindred heart was bare, And summer days were far too short For all the pleasures crowded there; And silence, solitude, and rest, Now welcome to the weary breast-- Were all unprized, uncourted then-- And all the joy one spirit showed, The other deeply felt again; And friendship like a river flowed, Constant and strong its silent course, For nought withstood its gentle force: When night, the holy time of peace, Was dreaded as the parting hour; When speech and mirth at once must cease, And silence must resume her power; Though ever free from pains and woes, She only brought us calm repose.  PAST DAYS BY EMILY BRONTE READ FOR LIBRAVOX DOT ORG BY GAEL CATO TIS STRANGE TO THINK THERE WAS A TIME WHEN MIRTH WAS NOT AN EMPTY NAME WHEN LAUGHTER REALLY CHEERED THE HEART AND FREQUENT SMILES UNBIDDEN CAME AND TEARS OF GRIEF WOULD ONLY FLOW IN SYMPATHY FOR OTHERS WOE WHEN SPEECH EXPRESSED THE INWARD THOUGHT AT HEART THE KINDRED HEART WAS BARE AND SUMMER DAYS WERE FAR TOO SHORT FOR ALL THE PLEASURES CROWDED THERE IN SILENCE SOLITUDE AND REST NOW WELCOME TO THE WEARY BREAST WERE ALL UNPRIZED UNCOURTED THEN IN ALL THE JOY ONE SPIRIT SHOWED THE OTHER DEEPLY FELT AGAIN AND FRIENDSHIP LIKE A RIVER FLOWED CONSTANT AND STRONG ITS SILENT COURSE OR NOTWITHSTOOD ITS GENTLE FORCE WHEN NIGHT THE HOLY TIME OF PEACE WAS DREADED AS THE PARTING HOUR WHEN SPEECH AND MIRTH AT ONCE MUST CEASE AND SILENCE MUST RESUME HER POWER THOUGH EVER FREE FROM PAINS AND WOES SHE ONLY BROUGHT US CALM REPOSE
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