Sweet saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight
Like fair Aurora chasing mists away;
Our ocean billows, and thy western height
Gave back reflections of the tender ray,
Sparkling and smiling as night turned to day:—
Ah! whither vanished that celestial light?
Suns rise and set, Monadnoc’ s amethyst
Year-long above the sullen cloud appears,
Daily the waves our summer strand have kissed,
But thou returnest not with days and years:
Or is it thine, yon clear and beckoning star,
Seen o’ er the hills that guarded once thy home?
Dost guide thy friend’ s free steps that widely roam
Toward that far country where his wishes are?