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MAGGIE'S STAR.
To the White Star on the forehead of a favourite old Mare.
White star! that travellest at old Maggie's paceAbout my field, where'er a wandering mouth,
And foot, that slowly shifts from place to place,
Conduct thee,—East or West, or North or South;
A loving eye is my best chart to find
Thy whereabouts at dawn or dusk; but when
She dreams at noon, with heel a-tilt behind,
And pendent lip, I mark thee fairest then;
I see thee dip and vanish, when she rolls
On earth, supine; then with one rousing shake
Reculminate; but, most, thou lov'st to take
A quiet onward course—Heaven's law controls
The mild, progressive motion thou dost make.
Albeit thy path is scarce above the mole's.
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