THE star of eve is ever constant,
Wandering close the moon beside,
Following fast his silvery mistress
In her path to gently glide!
Now a tempest veils them from us,
And the thunder roars above ;
Now 't is calm, and forth serenely
They together brightly move.
So should love - the deepest feeling
Entering in the human breast -
Follow e'er through storms and sorrows
Till at last his hopes are blest!
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