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THE STAR.

! would I might share thy wild car, Thou strange and magnificent star! Thou scatterest thy fiery hair; Thy steps they are bright on the air— Behind thee a glorious light; Streams o'er the dark bosom of night. Where hast thou been? is the sun Thy home, when thy journey is done? Or art thou a wand'rer on high, No rest for thee found in the sky?