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TO THE EVENING STAR.
STAR that bringest home the bee,
And sett'st the weary labourer free!
star shed peace, 'tis thou,
That send'st it from above,
Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow
Are sweet as her's we love.
Come to the luxuriant skies,
And songs, when toil is done,
Star of love's soft interviews, Parted lovers on thee muse; Their remembrancer in Heaven
Of thrilling vows thou art,
Too delicious to be riven
By absence from the heart.
SONG "MEN OF ENGLAND."
MEN of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood! Men whose undegenerate spirit
Has been proved on land and flood:
By the foes ye 've fought uncounted,
Yet, remember, England gathers
Hence but fruitless wreaths of fame,
If the patriotism of your fathers
What are monuments of bravery,
Pageants!-Let the world revere us
For our people's rights and laws, And the breasts of civic heroes
Bared in Freedom's holy cause.