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I shall be beautiful some far-off day,
And eyes of love will look and find me fair:
For in my soul, flower-sweet and angel-pure,
Will blossom every secret, silent prayer
For beauty, which I may not yet attain,
But only love and seek with longing pain.

Love graciously will grant my heart's desire,
Upon my brows will bind hope's immortelles;
And I shall be at one with bud and bloom
That grace the sunny hills and dewy dells
On yon far shore where all the year is spring
And singing birds are ever on the wing.

O heart of mine! Though storms beat fierce and wild,
Turn thee not back. Thou shalt win safely through,
For love immortal leads thee by the hand.
Some sweet spring dawn thou shalt be all made new
And out of mists and clouds that gloom the night
Shalt pass to regions of undreamed delight.