But now, as slowly waned the night,
The frost seemed sharper still to bite;
Stung by the cold, we thought the sleigh,
As it slipt along, made little way;
But though this might our comfort mar,
It made no change on the Morning Star.
In beauty and brightness still it shone
Like a silver plate in the sky alone.
To our impatience it seemed to say,
" Wait for a little, 'twill soon be day,;
Be patient, this trial will soon be past,
And your journey's end you'll reach at last."
And again sweet thoughts in the mind would rise
As I gazed on the Star that illumed the skies.