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THE STARS.
Ye glorious, spiritually glorious stars!
And dared men read in ye of woes and wars,
Earth's fierce futurities?
The righteous histories of the heavens appear
The rather graven in each stainless sphere,
And blazoned to the skies!
And dared men read in ye of woes and wars,
Earth's fierce futurities?
The righteous histories of the heavens appear
The rather graven in each stainless sphere,
And blazoned to the skies!
Look to the ruins, wastes, and graves of earth,
Her solemn doom since her proud empire's birth,
Her coming fates to scan!—
But, O! when ye would heave untroubled breath,
And soar beyond the atmosphere of death,
Turn to the stars! O, man!
Her solemn doom since her proud empire's birth,
Her coming fates to scan!—
But, O! when ye would heave untroubled breath,
And soar beyond the atmosphere of death,
Turn to the stars! O, man!
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