To the Morning Star by Ernest Favenc

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Crowned monarch of the starry sky,
   Forerunner of the day
All other orbs that shine on high
   Must pale before thy ray.

If, as to legends old we find,
   Man's destinies are thine,
Whose paths art those amongst mankind
   On which thy fell rays shine?   

Ambition's votaries dost thou lure,
   Up, up the giddy height;
Led on by hopes that ne'er endure
   The test of Truth's stern light.

If so, the historic roll of fame
   Bears witness to thy sway,
Telling of deeds done in that name
   By men long passed away.

Napoleon must have watched thee rise,
   From many a camp-fire's side;
Earth's empires then would scarce comprise
   The yearnings of his pride.

Yet the same beams that coldly kissed
   His flashing spears upborne,
Loured sadly, dimly, through the mist
   Of Waterloo's dread morn.

And hovering o'er the Atlantic spray,
   With thy calm, changeless smile,
Thou sawest him wear his heart away
   On Saint Helena's Isle.

And he, the celestial one, who bore
   Thy name in heaven afar,
From hell's abyss shall rise no more,
   Oh, fatal morning star!   

Still, in lone majesty shine on,
   Creation's radiant king;
The unceasing woe thou look'st upon
   To thee no change can bring.

In some new life the grave beyond,
   Then yet our home mayest be;
When freed from every earth-wrought bond,
   Our souls are fit for thee.

First published in The Queenslander, 1 June 1872

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography

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