A DARK MONTH.
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Hope and recollection
Only lead him right
In its bright reflection
And collateral light.
Find as yet we may not
Comfort in its sphere:
Yet these days will weigh not
When it warms us here;
When full-orbed it rises,
Now divined afar:
None in all the skies is
Half so good a star;
None that seers importune
Till a sign be won:
Star of our good fortune,
Rise and reign, our sun!
