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TO THE EVENING STAR.
Pure Planet! to the darken'd west
Holding thy cresset lone,
Opposing clouds thy course molest,
And shade thy silver throne;
But soaring o'er the troubled scene
Unmov'd by frowns of time,
Thou with fair brow and ray serene
Dost hold thy way sublime.
Holding thy cresset lone,
Opposing clouds thy course molest,
And shade thy silver throne;
But soaring o'er the troubled scene
Unmov'd by frowns of time,
Thou with fair brow and ray serene
Dost hold thy way sublime.
Oh! that I might like thee discern
My chequer'd path aright,
And from the Fount that fills thy urn
Drink undelusive light,
And when that storm which all must meet
Shall chill my throbbing breast,
Ascending gain that peaceful seat
Where all the weary rest.
My chequer'd path aright,
And from the Fount that fills thy urn
Drink undelusive light,
And when that storm which all must meet
Shall chill my throbbing breast,
Ascending gain that peaceful seat
Where all the weary rest.
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