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THE WISH OF A- FRIEND. 265
0 ! then, shrink not in the contest With the powers of hell and night;
Let thy heart be still undaunted, In the fiercest of the fight!
THE WISH OP A FRIEND. " Yonder, in the crimson west, Since the sun has sunk to rest, Through the deep'ning mists afar, Shines a purely tranquil star; Like that sweet star fain would I shine
In this dark world of gloom, And shed a radiance all divine, To cheer some humble home.
" 0 \ not in grandeur's noontide rays, Where prosp'rous suns would round me
blaze; Not there, not there would I be seen; But with a holy light serene, Breaking through clouds of moral night,
The lonely heart to cheer ; -Throwing a mild and hallow'd light,
Around some lowly sphere."
Thus spake my friend, as the last ray Shone out from the departing day,