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[The starry night shall tidings bring]

The starry night shall tidings bring
Go out upon the breezy moor
Watch for a bird with sable wing
And beak and talons dripping gore
Look not around look not beneath
But mutely trace its airy way
Mark where it lights upon the heath
Then wanderer kneel thee down and pray
What fortune may await thee there
I will not and I dare not tell
But Heaven is moved by fervent prayer
And God is mercy—fare thee well!