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 As floats a planet in the evening sky, Bright and still brightening as it higher climbs. No bird of Paradise of plumage gay, In thought or wish she seems; no trifler weak, With vain conceit inflate, self-conscious, quick With fluttering pulse to note each watchful glance Of kindling admiration. Such as these, Ye who would find may seek in fashion's halls, Where dwell not Home's simplicity and truth. Yet on her brow she wears, all clearly writ, Intelligence; and in her beaming eyes, The joyousness that tells a guileless breast And yet unsounded depths of hidden love. Parental hearts grow warm at sight of her, And brothers look and worship. Oh, there's naught Can touch so tenderly the restive soul, Of youthful impulses o'erflowing full, And urged by uncurbed will and passion's power The tempter's voice to heed and choose the wrong, As a fond sister's love, that wooes and wins, Attempers what is wayward unto good,