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A Summer Evening's Meditation.
One ſun by day, by night ten thouſand ſhine.
Young.
'TIS paſt! The ſultry tyrant of the ſouth
Has ſpent his ſhort-liv'd rage; more grateful hours
Move ſilent on; the ſkies no more repel
The dazzled ſight, but with mild maiden beams
Of temper'd light, invite the cheriſh'd eye
To wander o'er their ſphere; where hung aloft
Dian's bright creſcent, like a ſilver bow
New ſtrung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns
Impa-
