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STARS AND FLOWERS.
(ON THE DEATH OF THE HON. MRS. FORESTER.)
The stars which tremble through the depths of air,And with their jewelled clusters deck the skies,
Night after night allured his watching eyes:
While morn by morn she sought the blossoms fair,
Which in their fragile cups the dewdrops bear,
Like stars of earth; and with resplendent dyes
Called for the cunning hand, and motto wise,
To seize, and illustrate, their beauty rare.
But now he gazes sadly on the ground,
Bright with her flowers; while she, upborne afar,
Amid the shining orbs of Heaven is found,
In the dear presence of “The Morning Star:”
Henceforth a new attraction for his eye
To scan the holy spaces of the sky!
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