Clear-shining, evening star!
We make no moan for thee
Who sightest, 'yond the bar,
Blest immortality!
Yet, at thy farewell tone,
Thou glorious poet-king!
The tears unbidden spring
From peoples of each zone.
So long, from loftier sphere,
Thy pure and lustrous rays
Have lit earth's sombre ways:--
No sky may own thy peer.
Oh, never-dying song!
Oh, princely legacy!
Till life shall living be
Thou'lt thrill, the years along.
Mist wreathe, or ocean foam;
The beacon shineth clear,
The joy-bells sound anear,
Beyond the bar is--Home!
Clear-shining, evening star!
We make no moan for thee
Who sightest 'yond the bar,
Blest immortality.
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