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Each night we see, imprest with solemn awe,
Our guiding stars and native skies withdraw:
In the wide void we lose their cheering beams:
Lower and lower still the pole-star gleams,
Till past the limit, where the car of day
Roll'd o'er our heads, and pour'd the downward ray,
We now disprove the faith of ancient lore;
Bootes shining car appears no more:
For here we saw Calisto's star retire
Beneath the waves, unawed by Juno's ire.
Here, while the sun his polar journeys takes,
His visit doubled, double season makes;
Stern
