O! God of heaven, to Thee I bow!
And raise by night my humble strain,
The voice of my consuming pain.
Thee, also, friendly Moon! I hail;
1 always loved thee dear:
Thou, Queen of heaven! me ne'er didst fail,
In fortunes fair or drear,
To guide, to counsel, and to cheer:
Thou know'st how oft, to enjoy thy ray,
I chide the blaze and heat of day.
Oft seated on the wide sea- shore,
Whose waves reflected thee,
To muse alone, thou smiling o'er,
I pass'd the night hours free;
And 'midst my clouded hopes to see
Thy face serene, I found relief,
In sweet complaint to pour my grief.
For throbs, alas! my breast with pain,
Consumption's wounds to bear;
And pales my cheek, as thou must wane
Beneath the morning's glare.
When I shall sink, grant this my prayer,
That thy light ne'er to shine defer,
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