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The Star
Thou mak'st me poor that I enriched by TheeMay tell thy love to those who know it not;
And rise within thy heavens a star to be,
When they thine earthly suns have all forgot;
Grant that my light may through their darkness shine,
With increased splendour from the parent source;
A diamond fashioned by the hand divine
To hold forever on its measured course;
But I am dark as yet, but soon the light
Of thy bright morning star on me shall dawn;
Sure herald that the curtain of the night,
Forever from my orb shall be withdrawn;
And its pure beams thy rays shall ever boast,
Shining accepted mid the starry host.
Poem No. 685; c. January 1839
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