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Yet never, never can approval's smile Be half so treasur'd, half so priz'd as thine.

III.

It was a night of gloom; strange shadowy forms Rode on the dreary wind, which hoarsely blew A prelude to the tempest's gathering. Darkness was on the sky, and murky shades Obscur'd the brightness of the rising moon, Which, struggling, threw at times a silvery smile, Soon disappearing, and rebellious clouds Crowded around and mock'd their gentle queen; The stars were hidden; one, and one alone, Shed o'er the west her solitary ray; And well that one might linger;—it had been, In days which have a hallow'd memory, The star peculiar to the smiling pow'r Of love and beauty: never more than now