Volume 2 — From The Month. FALLING STARS. (FROM THE GERMAN.)
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Oh, know'st thou what betideth When from the heavens afar. Like fiery arrow, glideth An earthward-falling star? Yon glorious myriads, streaming Their quiet influence down, Are little angels gleaming Like jewels in a crown. Untiring, never sleeping, God's sentinels they stand; Where sounds of joy and weeping Rise up on every hand. If darkling here and dreary, One patient cheek grow pale; If in the conflict weary One trusting spirit fail; If to the throne ascendeth One supplicating cry,— Then heavenly mercy sendeth An angel from on high. Soft to the chamber stealing, It beams in radiance mild. And rocks each troubled feeling To slumber like a child. This, this is what betideth When from the heavens afar. Like fiery arrow, glideth An earthward-falling star.
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