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NIGHT.
I love to gaze upon the brow of night,
As shade by shade enfolds the evening light,
When the glad sunshine passes from the earth,
To give a fainter light, her lesser birth.
Mark how the mountains, in their pride of place,
Grow more terrific 'neath night's shadowy trace,
And seem like giant-genii thither hurled,
To guard the slumbers of a mortal world.
I love to watch each bright and beauteous star
Shoot forth in golden lustre from afar;
To mark the clouds' fantastic gambols roll,
Like fleeting fancies 41'ound the dreamy soul,
Passing in wild and varied forms by,
The stilly presence of the midnight sky.

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