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TO THE EVENING STAR.
If all those bright stars, in yon azure-arched heaven,
Are the mansions of rest for the pure ones of earth,
I hope I may dwell in yon bright star of even,
For they say that it smiled o'er the place of my birth.

When all the sweet voices are mute that have blest me,
And my form from the green earth is fading away,
O! then in that pure star how sweetly I'll rest me
And linger forever within its mild ray.

Soft star, when around me the weary are sleeping,
And all the bright blossoms their velvet leaves close,
If thou art above me thy silent watch keeping,
My bosom is calm as I sink to repose.

I feel 'neath thy soft beam a holy devotion,
That hushes my light tones of laughter and glee;
Mine eyelids are wet with a tearful emotion,
For my warm heart is melting while gazing on thee.

As the long dreamy hours the lone captive numbers,
From his iron-bound casement he looks on thy beam,
Till, losing his sorrows, he sinks to his slumbers
While o'er his wild spirit there steals a sweet dream.