As Still To The Star Of Its Worship, Though Clouded

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As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
-- The Heart's Prayer

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