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Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart

Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,

And shall not soon depart.

He who, from zone to zone,

Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,

In the long way that I must tread alone,

Will lead my steps aright.

William Cullen Bryant

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... Midnight was come, when every vital thing

With sweet sound sleep their weary limbs did rest,

The beasts were still, the little birds that sing

Now sweetly slept, beside their mother's breast,

The old and all were shrouded in their nest:

The waters calm, the cruel seas did cease,

The woods, and fields, and all things held their peace.

The golden stars were whirled amid their race,

And on the earth did laugh with twinkling light,

When each thing, nestled in his resting-place,

Forgat day's pain with pleasure of the night:

The hare had not the greedy hounds in sight,

The fearful deer of death stood not in doubt,

The partridge dreamed not of the falcon's foot.

The ugly bear now minded not the stake,