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Shine on, like a star in the heaven above me, 
And still let me gaze all unchecked on thy beams; 
On — on be thy course — pause not even to love 
me, 
But shed thy mild lustre still over my dreams. 
On — on be thy progress through Fame’s brilliant. 
track, 
Still higher and higher thine object pursue — 
Lift thy thoughts ever upwards, nor turn to look 
back, 
But rise in thy might to thy purposes true. 
