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Thine is the breathing blushing hour
O! sacred to the fall of day,
Queen of propitious stars appear And early rise; nor long delay
When Caroline herself is here!
Shine on her chosen green resort,
Whose trees the sunward summit crown, And wanton flowers that well may court, An angel's feet to tread them down.
Shine on her sweetly scented road,
And guides the pilgrim to his home.
Shine where my charmer's sweeter breath,
Where winnow'd by the gentle air,
Her silken tressess darkly flow,
And fall upon her brow so fair
Like shadows on the mountain snow.
Thus, ever thus, at day's decline,
And thou shalt be my Ruling Star!
THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.
OUR bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the centinel stars set their watch in the sky, And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die!
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way
I flew to the pleasant fields, travell❜d so oft
I heard my own mountain goats bleating aloft,
Then pledg'd we the wine cup, and fondly we swore,
Stay! stay with us! rest! thou art weary and worn, And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,