THE NORTHERN STAR.
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Star of the North, whose placid ray,
Beamed mildly o'er yon sacred hill,
While whispering zephyrs seemed to say,
AS silence slept and earth was still
All hail, thou harbinger of gospel light!
Dispel the shades of natural rights,
And wake to ecstacy thy lands.
Sweet cherubs hail thy rising ray
And sing the dawn of gospel day!
Shine, lovely star on every CLINE,
For bright thy peerless beauties be;
Gid with thy beam the wing of time,
And shed thy rays from sea to sea:
Then shall the world from darkness rise
And advocate the freeman's cause S. F. B.