Anne C. Lynch  

 
        TO ________.
 
        Thou dost not dwell in this dark world of ours,
            Where sorrow, want, and crime, and misery reign;
        Where famine stalks; where war's dread tempest lowers;
            Where stands the scaffold, and where clanks the chain.
 
        But far upon the future's unreached shore,
            The promised land to be our heritage;
        There thou, in trancéd visions, dost restore
            The vanished glories of the Golden Age.
 


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