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UEEN of the silver bow!—by thy pale beam, Alone and pensive, I delight to stray, And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream, Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way. And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast; And oft I thinkfair planet of the night, That in thy orb the wretched may have rest: The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go, Released by deathto thy benignant sphere; And the sad children of Despair and Woe Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here. Oh! that I soon may reach thy world serene, Poor wearied pilgrimin this toiling scene!