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THE WATCHERS
'Tis midnight, and the Watchers are on high—The living Watchers from the throne of grace—
Starring the dark and lustrous canopy
With drops of diamond glory!—Who can gaze
Upon their wild and melancholy light,
Nor deem them sent—not the mere lamps of night—
As lanthorns to his soul, to guide his steps aright?
H.
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