A bright star sent a pale and quivering ray 
        Deep in the bosom of a flowery dell,
        And every sleepless eye was turned to greet 
        The heavenly visitant. But there was one 
        On which that ray best loved to linger; 
        One, whose averted head, and fragile form 
        Seemed half to shun, and half to woo the gaze 
        Of that bright, heavenly thing, that nightly beamed 
        In all its purity thus o’er her head. 
        Wherefore at twilight came that glittering star 
        To seek the humble flower? her frail form shook, 
        Her mild eye filled with tears, (pearly dew drops,) 
        And in the liquid language of her race 
        Gushed forth her song.
        “Ah wherefore, being of a brighter world, 
           Leav’st thou thy heavenly home, on earth to rove; 
        Fair as thou art amid the glittering throng 
           That pave heaven’s pathway to the courts above?
        “I have no charms to lure thee from thy home; 
           Then wherefore comest thou in mockery nigh? 
        Noting the life of one, whose humble lot 
           Is but to bloom for one brief hour, and die.
        “The beauteous rose, the garden’s boasted pride,
        
           Bends her fair head in blushing grace before thee, 
        And the pale, stately lily, sister queen, 
           Sheds all her store of dewy fragrance o’er thee.
        “While I, the scorn of those who proudly bend 
           In all their blushing beauty, thus to greet 
        One from an unknown world,—how shall I dare 
           To raise my glance thy holy light to meet?”
        <<84>>And as she ceased, that glittering star, whose ray
        Was sent to cheer her, answer’d thus her song:
        “When the strong oak lies crushed by the force of 
        the blast,
        And each forest bends as the storm rushes past,
        And man shrinks with dread, when a mightier power
        Hurls death and destruction o’er stronghold and tower:
        “When the hand of the spoiler bears hence in his 
        pride
        The delicate blossoms that bloomed at thy side,
        And leaves their disconsolate stems to deplore
        The loss of those treasures that charm thee no more:
        “Then thou, gentle trembler, secure on thy stem,
        Shalt escape the destruction that’s destined for them;
        And thy mild, fragrant petals shed perfume around
        When the king of the forest lies low on the ground.
        “I am sent to watch over, and shield thee from 
        harm,
        From the rapine of man, and the blight of the storm;
        That mortals may learn in the pride of their power,
        A lesson of truth from the heart of a flower.”