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Near the moon a pale star clinging Harbingers another morn, Feeble spark to mortals bringing

Hopes and cares with daylight Porn

Fare thee well thou moon of sadness Silent night awhile fare well! Will the day give grief or sadness?

Who of Adam's race can tell-

Fare thee well thou moon of beauty. Hail thou glorious rising sun Let che weak be strong in Duty

Fill their course, like thine, be run.

Capt. 4. Sterling.