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15 Literary Gazette, 7th February, 1824, Page 91

ORIGINAL POETRY.

FRAGMENTS BY L. E. L. Sixth Series. Gleamings of poetry,—if I may give That name of beauty, passion, and of grace, To the wild thoughts that in a starlit hour, In a pale twilight, or a rose-bud morn, Glance o'er my spirit,—thoughts that are like light, Or love, or hope, in their effects. THE STAR. Oh, there are sorrows like blighted leaves, And cares like the web which the spider weaves, And doubts and tears, that claim a part For each pulse that throbs and maddens my heart; Yet still there is one fresh Eden spot, Where sorrows and doubts and cares come not. Yes, love! tho' withered my heart may be, It yet has a gentle place for Thee. I stood on a weary and wandering bark, The heavens above in their midnight were dark, And gloomily spread the mighty sea In the depths of its drear immensity. Yet amid the darkness one sweet star shone, Like an angel of light, most lovely and lone; And like that starbeam, I thought, to me Is the influence sweet that has come from Thee. Yet felt I sad, as I watched that star, And fed on its beauty, to think how far It shone; yet I deemed there might come a day When the spirit should mingle and melt with its ray. It was like an omen; and I hoped, though now Apart with no solace save one dear vow, That the time might come when thy lover should be Where his heart and his soul are, beloved one! with Thee.