Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 39 1833.pdf/7



O soft star of the West! Gleaming far, Thou'rt guiding all things hence, Gentle star! From rock and foaming wave The sea-bird to her nest; The hunter from the hills, The fisher back to rest. Light of a thousand brooks, Gleaming far! O soft star of the West, Blessed star!

No bowery roof is mine, No hearth of love and rest, Yet guide me to my shrine, O soft star of the West! There, there my home shall be, Heaven's dew shall wet my breast, When prayer and tear gush free; O soft star of the West!

O soft star of the West, Gleaming far, Still guide the weary home, Gentle star! Shine from thy rosy heaven; Pour joy on earth and sea! Shine on! though no sweet eyes Look forth to watch for me. Light of a thousand brooks, Gleaming far! O soft star of the West, Blessed star!