The Reconciliation

O, Sacred pow'r of sweet returning Love,
That bidd'st the tender tear of rapture flow,
And bidd'st, once more, th' enliven'd bosom glow,
And all the Soul reviving gladness prove,
Thy influence sweet I own! — My passions move
At thy command; and to my soften'd heart,
Erewhile with doubt, distrust, and mis'ry tor'n,
The tides of Joy new life and health impart.
So beams the morn with double radiance bright,
After the long, long terrours of the night,
Harass'd with dreams, or silent woe forlorn.
Then Mem'ry think no more of sorrows past,
But let my grateful mind prepare to taste
A bliss which during life, and after life shall last.
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