The Poetry of Real Life A New Edition, Much Enlarged and Improved. By Henry Ellison |
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MIDNIGHT. OCTOBER 24TH.
The moon has sunk—unutterably bright,Meanwhile, the stars have gathered, one by one,
And never, to my eye, so bright they shone;
How stilly each, content with its own light,
Moves onward, not obtruding on the sight
Its glories, as if it alone had done
Its mission, but so modestly, as none
Were less or greater, claiming but its right!
O God! how still is ocean, land, and sky!
As Contemplation held her breath to pray;
On Air's soft breast Earth seems as if it lay
Hushed like a child, and the great Sea doth lie
With it, like twins, that slumber after play,
And o'er all looks, still as a star, God's eye!
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