Ariana

Sweet saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight Like fair Aurora chasing mists away, Our ocean billows, and thy western height Gave back reflections of the tender ray, Sparkling and smiling as night turned to day:— Ah! whither vanished that celestial light? Suns rise and set, Monadnoc’s amethyst Year-long above the sullen cloud appears, Daily the waves our summer strand have kissed, But thou returnest not with days and years: Or is it thine, yon clear and beckoning star, Seen o’er the hills that guarded once thy home? Dost guide thy friend’s free steps that widely roam Toward that far country where his wishes are?