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HILARY.

Star of the West! when all the skies grew dark,
And Arian clouds conceal'd Heav'n's genial eye,
Christ sent thee forth to guide His labouring ark,
From His own peaceful palace ever nigh;
Still where thy Church her annual pathway steers,
High in the Heav'ns thy radiant sign appears.
Angel of Poictiers, Aquitanian Saint!
Exile to thee was drawing nearer home;
For where Christ is was home to thee;—the plaint
Of thy bereaved Church doth thence become
Her gladness, when she welcomes thee return'd,
And hails the light which in thine exile burn'd.