THE ORB I like is not the one
That dazzles with its lightning gleam;
That dares to look upon the sun,
As though it challenged brighter beam.
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There ’s something in its placid shade
That tells of calm, unworldly thought;
Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d—
No dimness steals, no ray is caught. a very fine poem. tony
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There ’s something in its placid shade That tells of calm, unworldly thought; Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d— No dimness steals, no ray is caught. a very fine poem. tony