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THERE IS A PALE AND SOLITARY STAR.
There is a pale and solitary star,That, with a sudden but a sweet surprise,
Nightly, with little heed of bolt or bar,
Peeps in upon my couch and opes mine eyes.
The office of so pure a visitor
Must be for healing. Lovely was the thought
That, in the dreams of old astrologer,
The fate of star and man together wrought.
Nor, though this presence robs me of my rest,
And makes me sad with sleepless memories,
Shall it be curtain'd from my weary eyes:
As my twin-angel, blessing still and bless'd,
I welcome it, and still lament the night,
When storm or cloud denies it to my sight.
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