Blest star of Truth, thy soft and radiant light Foretells the perfect day, a God-crowned morn! Unto us each the Christ-idea is born; Now faded is the dark tempestuous night. Blest star of Love, a watchman that doth guide Far from the seeming mists of grim despair Into the realm of pure, celestial air, Where naught but Life and harmony abide.
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