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A VALENTINE.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

WHEN free from love I looked above,

And watched the evening star,

I thought it fair, beyond compare,

Though twinkling from afar.

In darkest night the star was bright,

And with the breaking day.

It seemed to pour its light no more,

It seemed to pass away.

But in these days my raptured gaze

Is turned from heaven to thee;

For thou art bright by day and night,

Nor art thou far from me.

No more care I for evening sky,

Or stars that shun the day;

Thy beauties are my Morning Star,

When Time has passed away.

L. L. E.

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