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Have all an influence sad, but sweet, 
Where’er the gentler feelings meet, 
Or Fancy wild her wreaths has twined, 
Or Hope was e’er an idol shrined. 
And now, behold! The glorious sun, 
The mountain, wave, and vale, 
And bright clouds which our worship won, 
Are lost, or fading — pale. 
The heavens in rosy light no more, 
Smile fondly now the landscape o’er, 
And on the sudden change we gaze, 
Till thought reverts to childhood’s days. 
Another change — Lo! peering from 
The dark, still vault above, 
One little star has brightly come, 
Like hope — or peace — or love — 
