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Rh And moaning, ceaseless as the seas,

Still seem, in every passing breeze,

The deed of blood to tell.

They named him mad, and laid his bones

Where holier ashes lie;

Yet doubt not that his spirit groans,

In hell's eternity.

But, lo! night, closing o'er the earth,

Infects our thoughts with gloom;

Come, let us strive to rally mirth,

Where glows a clear and tranquil hearth

In some more cheerful room.

.

STARS.

! why, because the dazzling sun

Restored our Earth to joy,

Have you departed, every one,

And left a desert sky?

All through the night, your glorious eyes

Were gazing down in mine,

And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,

I blessed that watch divine.