POETR R Y

Its words

Its words
Are few, but deep and solemn, and they break
Fresh from the fount OF feeling!-Percioal.

For the Columbian Fountain.
THE NORTH STAR.
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For the Columbian Fountain.


THE NORTH STAR.


BY J. A. M'CURDY.
Oh, there ye shine in beauty yet,
Bright beacon light Of love
Unfx'd as when ye first Were set
The centre cope above.
Oft, on thy twinkling orb ! gaze
When night her veil has spread
And ether seemed sapphire pave,
Where seraphs' softly tread,
And deem reflected there see
An eye whose lovely ray,
From climes afar, now shines on me
As soft as melting day,
For when, in hours Of daliance sweet,
On thee we've gazed and smiled,
We've pledged, tho parted, there to meet
And muse Of love the while.
Trae TO that vow Of youthful days,
seek some sacred grove,
And hail with JOY thy beauteous rays
Break brightly from above,
While on thy beams Of golden light
My spirit glides TO thee,
To pay these vows Of early plight,
OF holieSt memory.