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3.

1 NIGHT on the prairies;
The supper is over—the fire on the ground burns
low;
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
I walk by myself—I stand and look at the stars,
which I think now I never realized before.

2Now I absorb immortality and peace,
I admire death, and test propositions.

3How plenteous! How spiritual! How resumé!
The same Old Man and Soul—the same old aspira-
tions, and the same content.

4I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw
what the not-day exhibited,
I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang
out so noiseless around me myriads of other
globes.

5Now, while the great thoughts of space and eternity
fill me, I will measure myself by them;
And now, touch'd with the lives of other globes, ar-
rived as far along as those of the earth,


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Or waiting to arrive, or pass'd on farther than those
of the earth,
I henceforth no more ignore them, than I ignore my
own life,
Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or
waiting to arrive.

6O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me—as
the day cannot,
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by
death.

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