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TO THE EVENING-STAR.

Meek Star of Eve, whose placid ray
I prize beyond the blaze of day,
O softly gild the waves that roll
Dark o'er my agitated soul!
So shall the charmed surge subside
Into a gently-murmuring tide,
Reflecting each affection kind,
A faithful mirror of the mind.
Yet, while no storm upheaves the sea,
Far be a torpid calm from me!

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Unruffled tho' the current flow,
Still may the whispering zephyr blow;
Tho' Peace each tumult hush, may Love
With balmy breath my bosom move!