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life sad for lost love's sake, Falls a blight upon thy bliss, Smiles no more their sunshine make, Lips estranged withhold their kiss? For thy consolation take Some such song as this:—

Shine on us, O Morning Star! Help our weeping eyes to see; Never may we deem things are What to us they seem to be;