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to the night-blooming cereus.
Sorrow's rugged stem, like thine,
Bears a flower thus purely bright;
Thus, when sunny hours decline,
Friendship sheds her cheering light:

And Religion, heavenly flower,
Joy of never-fading worth,
Like thee, in the darkest hour
Puts her peerless glories forth.

Then thy beauties are surpassed,
Splendid flower, that bloom'st to die;
Friendship and religion last,
When the morning dawns on high.

Emblem just of earthly bliss,
Wondrous stranger, fare thee well!
What a brilliant dream it is,
To the mournful heart you tell.