That gems the starry girdle of the year.

Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 194.

Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll

Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!

Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 263.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,

To waft us home the message of despair?

Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 325.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin,

Weep to record, and blush to give it in.[513:2]