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The kind returns of tenderness and love;
Firm in those hopes that heal the wounds of woe,
Which hearts at peace with God alone can know:
High in that holy charge so wisely given,
To lead an earthly flock the way to heaven.
So may'st thou live, 'till honours more divine,
More perfect peace, more lasting joys are thine;
'Till from a lofty and a cloudless sphere,
Shall burst those sounds, too sweet for mortal ear,
"Come, good and faithful servant, thy reward is here."
ON SEEING THE MOON ATTENDED BY A SOLITARY STAR, JUST BEFORE SUN-RISE.
LEAVING the cell of her companion, night,
She sought her bow'r which vestal lamps adorn,
But paus'd, and stay'd, and linger'd in her flight,
To change stol'n glances with the youthful morn.
All unattended too, she chose to tread,
Save that one solitary star was seen,
