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The Stars their watch are keeping—
But the midnight Taper's burning;
And through the window peeping,
Their light there's no discerning!
But the midnight Taper's burning;
And through the window peeping,
Their light there's no discerning!
But hide the taper's gleaming—
And in all their conscious glory
The mystic brilliants beaming,
In thousands rise before ye!
And in all their conscious glory
The mystic brilliants beaming,
In thousands rise before ye!
So, when dazzled by the pleasures
Which here we love so dearly,
Heaven's brighter, purer treasures
We can ne'er distinguish clearly.
Which here we love so dearly,
Heaven's brighter, purer treasures
We can ne'er distinguish clearly.
But when the sweetest flowers
In the heart's rich wreath are faded,
When Affection flies her bowers,
And Hope's sunlight is shaded—
In the heart's rich wreath are faded,
When Affection flies her bowers,
And Hope's sunlight is shaded—
With purer gaze and fonder,
No lights of Earth obscuring,
On Heaven we love to ponder,
And woo its joys enduring.
No lights of Earth obscuring,
On Heaven we love to ponder,
And woo its joys enduring.
October, 1830.
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