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CRUCE AND CORONA.
Of kingly majesty, the cloudless skiesResigning to the reign of night's fair queen.With regal grace ascending in the east,She glances beauty on the tranquil waves;Ere long attended by the-fleecy cloudsThat love to float within her silv'ry light.
But clouds that ventured not the day-king's pathTo darken with their presence, fearing notFair Luna's gentler scepter, in the westConfront her with their huge and darkened forms.But while above her hangs a silv'ry cloud,Perchance as beautiful as angel's wing,In unveiled splendor on those clouds she looks.With admiration and with sorrow moved,Within the depths beneath, repentant tearsThose clouds are weeping; but the night-queen's smile,Bright glancing through those drops, is arching nowA beauteous rainbow on those western clouds,A token of forgiveness.And when theyHave wept away their darkness, breezes softShall waft them till they join her fleecy train.
But once upon the ocean comes a nightWhen neither moon, nor stars, nor fleecy clouds
