Normale Version: SWEET saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight
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SWEET saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight
Like fair Aurora chasing mists away;
Our ocean billows, and thy western height
Gave back reflections of the tender ray,
Sparkling and smiling as night turned to day: —
Ah! whither vanished that celestial light?
Suns rise and set, Monadnoc's amethyst
Year-long above the sullen cloud appears,
Daily the waves our summer strand have kissed,
But thou returnest not with days and years:
Or is it thine, yon clear and beckoning star,
Seen o'er the hills that guarded once thy home?
Dost guide thy friend's free steps that widely roam
Toward that far country where his wishes are?