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Stand still, true poet that you are! / I know you; let me try and draw you. / Some night you'll fail us: when afar / You rise, remember one man saw you, / Knew you, and named a star!
My star, God's glow-worm! Why extend / That loving hand of his which leads you, / Yet locks you safe from end to end / Of this dark world, unless he needs you, / Just saves your light to spend?