  Clear-shining, evening star! We make no moan for thee Who sightest, 'yond the bar, Blest immortality! Thou glorious poet-king! The tears unbidden spring From peoples of each zone. So long, from loftier sphere, Thy pure and lustrous rays Have lit earth's sombre ways:— No sky may own thy peer. Oh, never-dying song! Oh, princely legacy! Till life shall living be Thou'lt thrill, the years along. Mist wreathe, or ocean foam; The beacon shineth clear, The joy-bells sound anear, Beyond the bar is—Home! Clear-shining, evening star! We make no moan for thee Who sightest 'yond the bar, Blest immortality. [Decoration] |
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