Of modern days or yore,

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Except such as a tariff pays

To pass these honored, great highways

Which lead to eminence,

And follow closely every nerve

Which God designed should truly serve

Each mind of consequence.

Perhaps that star in yonder sky,

May be my dwelling place on high,

When life on earth is done;

At eventide I love to gaze

Upon its soft reflected rays,

When silent and alone.

Its brightness charms and draws my soul,

By some mysterious, strong control

I cannot well explain,

Unless it be within it dwell

The friends of earth I loved so well,

Who could not here remain.

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