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Like specks of glitt'ring foam on some blue lake 



That sleeps in stillness 'ueatli the moon's calm gaze 

 Shine out those stars ; — each with its tiny blaze, 



Shedding what light its little lamp can make, 

 O'er burn and brake. 



Thus have ye shone, like angel-eyes so bright, 



Unmov'd, undim'd, age after age now lost 



Tn that imcertain vast with boundless coast, 

 Form'd by Time's ceaseless adding day and night 

 Kobbed in his flight. 



Thus have ye shone above the dreary plain, 



Gilding the scatter'd rocks cast on its breast 

 By some strong power, long, — long ago at rest ; 



Whilst rustling heaths a softly whispered strain 

 Have sung in vain. 



And o'er that spot, when first its turf was torn 



With the sharp plough relentless, as it laid 



Its beauties wild beneath its furrow made. 

 Leaving its aspect more and more forlorn 

 To greet the morn. 



Thus have ye twinkled o'er the emerald blade. 



Forcing its way from out the broken loam, 



(Where once the timid hare secure did roam, 

 Now fled from the usurpers power, dismay'd. 

 To some quiet glade.) 



And from }our far off realms of space serene. 



Have watched the grain wave in your soothing light, 

 (Each one bedew'd with liquid gems so bright,) 



Midst silence, — courting e'en a fairy's dream, 

 Beneath your beam. 



And o'er the unpretending cots that spring, 

 (Emblems of industry and homely joys 

 Where sylph like girls, and red cheek'd sturdy boya 



