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THE LITTLE STAR.
A star shines in the heavens,
With soft and tender light;
How pleasant is its radiance!
'T is gone—and now 't is bright.
With soft and tender light;
How pleasant is its radiance!
'T is gone—and now 't is bright.
I knew the place, at evening,
Where over me it stood,
Where doves all day were cooing,
Over the thick green wood.
Where over me it stood,
Where doves all day were cooing,
Over the thick green wood.
I looked to see it twinkle,
Up in the brilliant blue;
For to its mighty station,
It soon would come, I knew.
Up in the brilliant blue;
For to its mighty station,
It soon would come, I knew.
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