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From darkness, here, and dreariness We ask not full repose, Only be Thou at hand, to bless Our trial hour of woes. Is not the pilgrim's toil o'erpaid By the clear rill and palmy shade? And see we not, up Earth's dark glade, The gate of Heaven unclose?


 * And lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young Child was. When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.  St. Matthew ii. 9, 10.

Star of the East, how sweet art Thou, Seen in life's early morning sky, Ere yet a cloud has dimmed the brow, While yet we gaze with childish eye;

When father, mother, nursing friend, Most dearly loved, and loving best, First bid us from their arms ascend, Pointing to Thee, in Thy sure rest.

Too soon the glare of earthly day Buries, to us, Thy brightness keen, And we are left to find our way By faith and hope in Thee unseen.

What matter? if the waymarks sure On every side are round us set, Soon overleaped, but not obscure? 'Tis ours to mark them or forget.

What matter? if in calm old age Our childhood's star again arise, Crowning our lonely pilgrimage With all that cheers a wanderer's eyes?

Ne'er may we lose it from our sight, Till all our hopes and thoughts are led To where it stays its lucid flight Over our Saviour's lowly bed.