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THE AURORA BOREALIS.
O silver moon with trembling ray,No twinkling stars arise,—
The last faint light has died away,
And darkness veils the skies.
But see! a pallid lustre streams
O'er yonder heaving main;
The waves are sparkling 'neath its beams,
And dance in light again.
O'er yonder heaving main;
The waves are sparkling 'neath its beams,
And dance in light again.
And now with stronger, redder glow,
It rolls along the sky,
Till all the watery waste below
Reflects the crimson dye.
It rolls along the sky,
Till all the watery waste below
Reflects the crimson dye.
What can it he—that fitful light!
Now soft as evening's ray,—
Now like the storm-cloud, fiery bright,
Then fading all away?
Now soft as evening's ray,—
Now like the storm-cloud, fiery bright,
Then fading all away?
It is the wondrous meteor-blaze,
The brilliant Northern light;
Which breaks and gilds with friendly rays
Their long and dreary night.
The brilliant Northern light;
Which breaks and gilds with friendly rays
Their long and dreary night.
