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- Thy beauty noon and midnight never see,
- The morn and eve divide the year with thee.'
Soft fell the shades, till Cynthia's slender bow- Crested the farthest wave, then sunk below :
- Tell me, resplendent guardian of the night,
- Circling the sphere in thy perennial flight,
- What secret path of heaven thy smiles adorn,
- What nameless sea reflects thy gleaming horn ? '
Now earth and ocean vanish' d, all serene The starry firmament alone was seen ; Through the slow, silent hours, he watch'd the host Of midnight suns in western darkness lost. Till Night himself, on shadowy pinions borne, Fled o'er the mighty waters, and the morn Danced on the mountains : — * Lights of heaven !' he
cried, ' Lead on ; — I go to win a gterious bride ;
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