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Twilight.
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Dear star! watch gently from on high,
What my frail vision cannot see;
A gentler and more powerful eye,
Shines through thy tender gleam for me.

One heart, o'er mountains, through the night,
Protects and loves, while I despair;
He turns the depths of gloom to light,
And gives my wishes wings of prayer.