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ON A STAR.

Star that art wandering through The midnight ocean's waves of blue! I have watched since thy first pale ray Rose on the farewell of Summer's day,— From thy first sweet shine on the twilight hour, To thy present blaze of beauty and power! Would I could read my destiny, Lovely and glorious Star, in thee! Yet why should I wish?—I know too well What thy tablet of light would tell!