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Thomas Campbell - Song to the Evening Star
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Star that bringest home the bee,
     And sett`st the weary labourer free!
     If any star shed peace, `tis thou,
         That send`st it from above,
     Appearing when Heaven`s breath and brow
         Are sweet as hers we love.
       Come to the luxuriant skies
     Whilst the landscape`s odours rise,
     Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,
        And songs, when toil is done,
    From cottages whose smoke unstirred
        Curls yellow in the sun.
      Star of lover`s soft interviews,
    Parted lovers on thee muse;
    Their remembrancer in heaven
        Of thrilling vows thou art,
    Too delicious to be riven
        By absence from the heart.
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