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The pale, the cold, and the moony smile / Which the meteor beam of a starless night / Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle, / Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light, / Is the flame of life so fickle and wan / That flits round our steps till their strength is gone.
O man! hold thee on in courage of soul / Through the stormy shades of thy worldly way, / And the billows of cloud that around thee roll / Shall sleep in the light of a wondrous day, / Where Hell and Heaven shall leave thee free / To the universe of destiny.