The sun is bright o’er hill and dale,
And summer’s breath is on the gale;
While mirth and jest are heard afar,
I only watch the western star.
What is the pomp of life to me?-
My soul would plume its wings and flee,
To hold communion where night’s car
Appears to greet the western star.
Mine are the hours alone-apart-
Mine the pale thoughts-the weary heart-
Long years of stern intestine jar;
Yet seek I still the western star.
It soothes my spirit when I gaze
Upon yon bright lamps as they blaze;
Though friends are fickle, loved ones far,
I worship still the western star!
(Edward Henry Bickersteth)
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