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Francis Thompson - A Dead Astronomer
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(Father Perry, S.J.)

Starry amorist, starward gone,
Thou art--what thou didst gaze upon!
Passed through thy golden garden`s bars,
Thou seest the Gardener of the Stars.

She, about whose moon-ed brows
Seven stars make seven glows,
Seven lights for seven woes;
She, like thine own Galaxy,
All lustres in one purity:-
What said`st thou, Astronomer,
When thou did`st discover HER?
When thy hand its tube let fall,
Thou found`st the fairest Star of all!
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