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THE STARS.
Busied with earthly doings here below,
How careless of the grand stars do we grow!
How careless of the grand stars do we grow!
How many a night while these most richly burn,
Toward all their flowers of fire we never turn! ...
Toward all their flowers of fire we never turn! ...
I dreamed of some strange world that cloaks of cloud
Ensheathed each evening in one dreary shroud.
Ensheathed each evening in one dreary shroud.
Across the heaven at sunset it was drawn,
And wrought sepulchral darkness till the dawn.
And wrought sepulchral darkness till the dawn.
But once, through each new century of that sphere,
The dense obscurity would disappear
The dense obscurity would disappear
And show the stars, for multitudes to mark,
Clustered and wreathed along the dizzy dark!
Clustered and wreathed along the dizzy dark!
And then all tribes and nations, as they saw,
Would sink upon their knees in speechless awe!
Would sink upon their knees in speechless awe!
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