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THE FALLING STAR.
O WHITHER, now, thou wandering star!
Across the heavens gleaming?—
From all thy sister-lights afar
Thine errant soul is streaming.
Across the heavens gleaming?—
From all thy sister-lights afar
Thine errant soul is streaming.
Thy meteor-form ne'er met my gaze,
Amid the studded heaven,
Until I marked thy flitting rays
Adown the azure driven.
Amid the studded heaven,
Until I marked thy flitting rays
Adown the azure driven.
Ah, me! a fitting emblem thou,
O star! so bright and fleeting!
Of souls that shed a PARTING glow
When FIRST our spirits greeting.
O star! so bright and fleeting!
Of souls that shed a PARTING glow
When FIRST our spirits greeting.
The brightest and the holiest—
Who all our gloom might banish—
Alas! we know not they exist,
Until they gleam—TO VANISH.
Who all our gloom might banish—
Alas! we know not they exist,
Until they gleam—TO VANISH.
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