STANZAS
... When clouds gather fast, and the prospect all dark In gloom, and in shadow is closing, 'Tis sweet 'mid the scowl of the tempest to mark A spot where the light is reposing. So 'tis with my heart, in the lone hour of grief, When sorrow and anguish enfold it; I dream of thy beauty, then comes my relief The moment I seem to behold it ...