w O M A n
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No star in yonder sky that shines,


Can light like woman's eyes mpart;
The earth holds not in all its mines,


A gem 50 rich as woman's heart;
Her voice is like the music swtet


Poured out from airy harp alone;
Like that, when storms more lDudy beat,
1t yields clearer, richer tone. ...
And woman's love is a holy light
That brighter, brighter bur6s for aye;
Years cannot dim its radiance bright,


Nor even falsehood quenctits ray;
But like the star of Bethlehem


OF old, to lsrael's shepheI given,
II marshals with its steady fine,


The erring soul Of man toheayen.