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THE LIGHT OF STARS.

The night is come, but not too soon ;

And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon

Drops down behind the sky.

There is no light in earth or heaven,

But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given

To the red planet Mars.

Is it the tender star of love?

The star of love and dreams ? Oh no! from that blue tent above,

A hero's armour gleams.

And earnest thoughts within me rise,

When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies,

The shield of that red star.

O star of strength! I see thee stand

And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,

And I am strong again.

Within my breast there is no light,

But the cold light of stars :
I give the first watch of the night

To the red planet Mars.

The star of the unconquered will,

He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still,

And calm, and self-possessed.

And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art,

That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart,

Be resolute and calm.

O fear not in a world like this,

And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is,

To suffer and be strong.

FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS.

WHEN the hours of Day are numbered,

And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul that slumbered,

To a holy, calm delight;

Ere the evening lamps are lighted,

And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light

Dance upon the parlour wall ;

Then the forms of the departed

Enter at the open door ;
The beloved ones, the true-hearted,

Come to visit me once more;

He, the young and strong, who cherished

Noble longings for the strife, — By the road-side fell and perished,

Weary with the march of life!

They, the holy ones and weakly,

Who the cross of suffering bore, – Folded their pale hands so meekly, —

Spake with us on earth no more!

And with them the Being Beauteous,

Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me,

And is now a saint in heaven.

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