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Thou’rt like a star; for when my way was cheerless 
and forlorn, 
And all was blackness like the sky before a coming 
storm, 
Thy beaming smile and words of love, thy heart of 
kindness free, 
Illumed my path, then cheered my soul, and bade its 
sorrows flee. 
Thou’rt like a star—when sad and lone I wander forth 
to view 
The lamps of night, beneath their rays my spirit’s 
nerved anew, 
And thus I love to gaze on thee, and then I think 
thou’st power 
To mix the cup of joy for me, even in life’s darkest 
hour. 
Thou’rt like a star—whene’er my .eye is upward turned 
to gaze 
Upon those orbs, I mark with awe their clear celestial 
blaze; 
And then thou seem’st so pure, so high, so beautifully 
bright, 
I almost feel as if it were an angel met my sight. 
American Ladies’ Magazine. 
Could genius sink in dull decay, 
And wisdom cease to lend her ray; 
Should all that I have worshipped change, 
Even this could not my heart estrange ; 
Thou still wouldst be the first, the first 
That taught the love sad tears have nursed. 
Mrs. Embury. 
