For The Tribune.

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pv AUGUSTUS sSoDeRAss.
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STAR of the soull Upon the heart thou shinss


In thy bright rising, which leaps Up TO thee
Winged by the breath of Joy. AS thou declin'st,


Like the sad sabian on his hended knee,
Watching the bright Sun setting, we do gaze


Upon thee through our tears Thou aoases, by,
Now elitteriug wildly with dazzling blaze,


Then shrinking back within the hearts lone sky
Faith, Love, Ambition bathing in thy light,


Live only by tiny smiles! Thou hov'rest Ger
The dea,h.bed ;-and with radiance ever oF1gh'


Peoplest the world of shades To reach the sh'fe
Thou pointest 10, we leap in Deaths cold wave,
There thou desertst us,-sniling o'er our grave!
And thou hast led me en- wandereF


In soul, as did Of old the heaven.sent Star
chaldea,s wise men; but I, doomed to err,


Roam from the path, and bGndly tread atar
NV hear, leaped up to thee, and heard thy voice,


Sweet as the fabulous starry tones of old;
And. even while thou bad'st to rejoice,


Clouds like deathpalls, were Ger my vision rolled
Pale Disappointment, shndd ring at thy song


Croaks with Harpys voice land in the grave
Ofthy false promises she biRdeth strong


The fond sweet toish which makes my heart slave!
Blu, yet thou warblest mot, perhaps, in vain
And rising from the earth, smile again


Norwich, ~ T.