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 O gentle Star, whose light is thrown O'er the sad path I trace alone: Have all thy sisters gone to rest, That thou alone with golden crest, And wrapt within thy mantle white, Should softly gleam upon my sight? For as a friend thou seem'st to guide My steps, and journey by my side.

To view me with a mournful eye, To veil thy face as if to sigh, Then meekly bending down thine ear The accent of my woes to hear.

O mild effulgence of the sky, Whose gentle beams of heavenly light, Soft float in liquid splendour by; And pour upon the raptur'd sight.

Ray of that ray, which heav'n pervades, Light of that light, which never fades; Still deign to guide me as a friend, And when my earthly wanderings end, When death shall close my swimming eyes, May mercy's peaceful star arise, And point me to that heavenly shore, Where I shall need thy light no more.