A Night Thought.
By Thomas Moore
How oft a cloud, with envious veil, Obscures yon bashful light, Which seems so modestly to steal Along the waste of night! 'Tis thus the world's obtrusive wrongs Obscure with malice keen Some timid heart, which only longs To live and die unseen.
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