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[Star of my heart! thy light has gone]
Star of my heart! thy light has gone,
A cloud has hid it from my view,
A night has come that has no dawn,
A storm I cannot struggle through;
For, like a boatman on the deep
Without a compass, or an oar,
Where wild winds howl, and tempests sweep,
My life must still drift on, and find no port, no shore.
A cloud has hid it from my view,
A night has come that has no dawn,
A storm I cannot struggle through;
For, like a boatman on the deep
Without a compass, or an oar,
Where wild winds howl, and tempests sweep,
My life must still drift on, and find no port, no shore.
Well,—I have toiled to reach a haven,
Where joy at length in peace might dwell,
And many a mountain billow braven,
Still drawn by thy bewitching spell:
It led me on through all that life
Had dark and cold and hard for me,
For still I hoped to end this strife,
And that my last, bright days might sweetly flow with thee.
Where joy at length in peace might dwell,
And many a mountain billow braven,
Still drawn by thy bewitching spell:
It led me on through all that life
Had dark and cold and hard for me,
For still I hoped to end this strife,
And that my last, bright days might sweetly flow with thee.
Thou smil'dst, a beacon on that shore
Where Fancy builds her airy bowers,
And gems her grots with sparkling ore,
And weaves her shady arch of flowers;
And I did hope thy light would shine
And charm with beam more warm and bright,
And still I hoped its rays were mine:—
A sullen cloud came o'er, and all was wrapped in night.
Where Fancy builds her airy bowers,
And gems her grots with sparkling ore,
And weaves her shady arch of flowers;
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And charm with beam more warm and bright,
And still I hoped its rays were mine:—
A sullen cloud came o'er, and all was wrapped in night.
But though my course is lone and wild,
Through booming waves, and wreck and sorrow,
I would be firm as when day smiled;
Beyond the grave—there shines a morrow.
Awhile chilled, harassed, dashed, and tost,
Through raging seas I plough my way
To some dark, undiscovered coast,
Where hope holds out no flag, and mercy lights no ray.
Through booming waves, and wreck and sorrow,
I would be firm as when day smiled;
Beyond the grave—there shines a morrow.
Awhile chilled, harassed, dashed, and tost,
Through raging seas I plough my way
To some dark, undiscovered coast,
Where hope holds out no flag, and mercy lights no ray.
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