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Star of the deep! at that blest name
The waves sleep silent round the keel, The tempests wild their fury tame
That made the deep's foundations reel;
The soft celestial accents steal
The newly damned a respite feel
Ave Maris Stella!
Star of the mild and placid seas,
Whom rain-bow rays of mercy crown, Whose name thy faithful Portugueze,
O'er all that to the depths go down,
With hymns of grateful transport own; When gathering clouds obscure their light,
And heaven assumes an awful frown, The Star of Ocean glitters bright.
Ave Maris Stella !
Star of the deep! when angel lyres
To hymn thy holy name essay, In vain a mortal harp aspires • To mingle in the mighty lay!
Mother of God! one living ray Of hope our grateful bosoms fires,
When storms and tempests pass away, To join the bright immortal quires.
Ave Maris Stella!
VALE of the cross, the shepherds tell
Vale of the Cross, the shepherds tell
DEAR IS THE HOUR.'
HOW dear to me the hour when day-light dies
And sun-beams melt along the silent sea; For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee !
And as I watch the line of light that plays
Along the smooth wave towards the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think 'twould lead to some bright Isle of rest!
ARE days of old familiar to thy mind,
Sidney here was born,
It grew up a stately oak
IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED.
IT is not the tear at this moment shed , afickor
When the green turf has just been laid o'er him; That can tell how belov'd was the soul that's fled,
Or how deep in our hearts we deplore him.
'Tis the tear thro' many a long day wept
Thro' a life by his loss all shaded, 'Tis the sad remembrance fondly kept,
When all lighter griefs have faded!
Oh! thus shall we mourn and his memory's light,
While it shines thro' our hearts will improve them, For worth shall look fairer and truth more bright,
When we think how he liv’d, but to love them.
And as buried saints the grave perfume,
Where fadeless they've long been lying;
From the image he left there in dying!
INSCRIPTION FOR A COLUMN AT NEWBURY.
ART thou a Patriot, Traveller? on this field
INSCRIPTION FOR A CAVERN THAT OVERLOOKS THE RIVER AYON.
Enter this cavern, Stranger! the ascent