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"When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray-- And hope but shed a dying spark, Which more misled my lonely way, * * * * * * * Thou wert the solitary star Which rose and set not to the last.

"Oh! blest be thine unbroken light! That watch'd me as a seraph's eye, And stood between me and the night, Forever shining sweetly nigh.