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 Holds audience with the lesser lights of heaven,

Then to its western bower

Descends in sudden darkness, as the flower

That at the fall of even

Shuts its bright eye, and yields to slumber's power.

Soon, with a dusky face,

Pensive and proud as an East Indian queen,

And with a solemn grace,

The moon ascends, and takes her royal place

In the fair evening scene,

While all the reverential stars, apace,

Take up their march through the cool fields of space,

And wed in the sweet day with night serene.

Ann Arbor, Mich., 1852.

POETRY.

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