Day-stars! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkle
  From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation,
And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle
          As a libation.

Ye matin worshippers! who bending lowly
  Before the uprisen sun, God’s lidless eye,...

Poet: Horace Smith

When hath wind or rain
Borne hard upon weak plant that wanted me,
And I (however they might bluster round)
Walkt off? ’T were most ungrateful; for sweet scents
Are the swift vehicles of still sweeter thoughts,
And nurse and pillow the dull memory
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