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THE CONSTELLATIONS.
Oh, Constellations of the early night
That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,
And made the darkness glorious! I have seen
Your rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge,
And sink behind the mountains. I have seen
The great Orion, with his jewelled belt,
That large-limbed warrior of the skies, go down
Into the gloom. Beside him sauk a crowd
Of shining ones. I look in vain to find
The group of sister-stars, which mothers
love To show their wondering babes, the gentle Seven.
That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,
And made the darkness glorious! I have seen
Your rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge,
And sink behind the mountains. I have seen
The great Orion, with his jewelled belt,
That large-limbed warrior of the skies, go down
Into the gloom. Beside him sauk a crowd
Of shining ones. I look in vain to find
The group of sister-stars, which mothers
love To show their wondering babes, the gentle Seven.