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The sun rejoicing round the earth, announced Daily the wisdom, power and love of God. The moon awoke, and from her maiden face, Shedding her cloudy locks, looked meekly forth, And with her virgin stars walked in the heavens-- Walked nightly there, conversing as she walked, Of purity, and holiness, and God.

Robert Pollok

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Robert Pollok
Age: 28 †
Born: 1798
Born: October 19
Died: 1827
Died: September 15
Poet
Writer
Author of Helen of the glen
Stars
Round
Astronomy
Nightly
Face
Rounds
Virgins
Shedding
Heaven
Forth
Heavens
Rejoicing
Faces
Daily
Locks
Maiden
Power
Sun
Rejoice
Cloudy
Earth
Looked
Holiness
Maidens
Meekly
Love
Moon
Walked
Announced
Conversing
Wisdom
Purity
Virgin
Awoke

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