"Ah, how long shall I delight
In the memory of that day,"
When the shades of mental night
Sudden passed away!
Long around my darkened view
Had those lingering shadows twined;
Till the Gospel, breaking through,
Chased them from my mind.
There was light in every thing,
Every thing was bathed in bliss;
Trees did wave, and birds did sing,
Full of happiness.
Beauty in the woods shone forth,
Beauty did the flowers display;
And my glorious Maker's worth
Beamed with matchless ray.
"Ah, how long shall I delight
In the memory of that day,"
When the shades of mental night
Sudden passed away.
In the memory of that day,"
When the shades of mental night
Sudden passed away!
Long around my darkened view
Had those lingering shadows twined;
Till the Gospel, breaking through,
Chased them from my mind.
There was light in every thing,
Every thing was bathed in bliss;
Trees did wave, and birds did sing,
Full of happiness.
Beauty in the woods shone forth,
Beauty did the flowers display;
And my glorious Maker's worth
Beamed with matchless ray.
"Ah, how long shall I delight
In the memory of that day,"
When the shades of mental night
Sudden passed away.
— Religious Maxims (1846).
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