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STARS
They glide upon their endless way, For ever calm, for ever bright; No blind hurry, no delay, Mark the Daughters of the Night: They follow in the track of Day, In divine delight. Shine on, sweet orbed Souls for aye, For ever calm, for ever bright: We ask not whither lies your way, Nor whence ye came, nor what your light. Be—still a dream throughout the day, A blessing through the night.
B. Cornwall