To Revenita

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.