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Never again shall I gaze On the gleam of thy wonderful rays. Soon the hour of thy splendour is o'er; I shall look on thy beauty no more: Thou wilt pass thro' the infinite space— No mortal thy pathway may trace. There is mystery stamp'd on thy brow— A marvel, a secret, art thou. Oh! would that to me it were given, To wander with thee thro' the heav'n.