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IN THE MORNING-GLORY'S HEART 



THERE'S a star in the morning-glory's heart, 

 A star of a wondrous hue ; 

 A simple thing, but 'tis more than art 

 And the brush of man can do. 



It is resting there on the petals wide ; 



A shadow it seems to be 

 Of one of the myriad stars that ride, 



All gold, in the night's deep sea. 



O, golden star of the autumn night, 



While your twinkling watch is on, 

 Is your shadow cast by a higher light 

 And touched by the dew of dawn? 



Does it fall on the morning-glory's heart, 



A star of a wondrous hue, 

 A simple thing which is more than art 



In the hand of man can do? 



Ah, well, if the things are true that seem ! 



The star shadow out of the sea 

 Is only bit of the earthly dream 



Of the glories that are to be. 



— O. C. H. in "Columbus Dispatch" 



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