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TO - .

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,

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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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