{"newspaper_name": "The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
thought when / saw thee look dim in the sky
Of the mind Of man when he scars too high,
And presumcs, o God! in his pride to scan,
Thy counsels deep, and thy ways to man!
Beautiful Star! hast thou come to win,
A new smile from the sun to array thee in,
That thou may'st shine with loveier light,
When thou and thy sisters convene at night,
SO cometh the saint in his hour of need,
With the Great Source of Goodness and Love to


plead


For one divine smile to calm his fears,
And direct his path in this dark vale of tears!
Or, beautiful star! must we gaze on thee,
As the ominous herald of things to be;
May nations read in thy light, their fate,
Go haste thee away, thou hast come too late,
For the astrologcr long hath been forgot,
And the world though gaze will heed thee
notl
Stop, beautiful Star! was it thou that smil'd,
On the native hills of the Holy Child
o stay if thou didst, pure celestial gem,


And wen bless thee, bright star of Bethlehem