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Thou hast beamed on my pathway, a vision of light,
  To guide and to bless from afar;
To illume with thy smile the dead chill of night,
  My star, my bright, beautiful star.

The sun pales before thee, the moon is a blot
  On the sky where thine own splendors are;
And dark is the day where thy presence is not,
  My star, my bright, beautiful star.
                                          SANSON.