Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wandering travellers,
Is reason to the soul: and as, on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky,
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Not light us here; so reason's glimmering ray }
Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, }
But guide us upward to a better day. }
And as those nightly tapers disappear,