A STAR shines in the heavens,
With soft and tender light;
How pleasant is its radiance!
'Tis gone—and now 'tis bright.

I knew the place, at evening,
Where over me it stood,
Where doves all day were cooing,
Over the thick green wood.

I looked to see it twinkle,
Up in the brilliant blue;
For to its mighty station,
It soon would come, I knew.