Swells into clearest beauty—’tis a star,
Whose trembling orb seems shrinking from the light,
Like a rebuked seraph’s eye, when drooped
’Neath the chastising glance; a bright ray shoots
Up from its centre; gradual the star
Severs before that ray, it parts—it spreads—
And from its heart comes forth a gliding form,
Surpassing all my mortal thought of beauty:—
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’Tis Hope! the enduring angel he has deigned