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ADDRESS TO THE EVENING STAR.
When gazing on the queen of night,
I turn to view thy milder light,
Thou beauteous evening star;
Oh! bear upon thy silv'ry beam,
The tears that from my eye-lids stream,
To him who is afar.
I turn to view thy milder light,
Thou beauteous evening star;
Oh! bear upon thy silv'ry beam,
The tears that from my eye-lids stream,
To him who is afar.
For he possesses all my heart,
And though, alas! we're doom'd to part,
From him it ne'er will stray;
Oh! bid him sometimes waste a thought
On her whose breast with anguish fraught
Sighs her sad life away.
And though, alas! we're doom'd to part,
From him it ne'er will stray;
Oh! bid him sometimes waste a thought
On her whose breast with anguish fraught
Sighs her sad life away.
