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NIGHT.
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love thee when thou comest, glorious Sun,


Out Of the chambers of thy watrv dwelling
love thee when thy early beam is stellng
of worlds awakened and mans toll begun:
love thee; too, when o'cr the western hill


Thy parting ray in golden hue is stealing,
rorthen the gush Of soft and pensive feeling
Speaks to the laboring bosom, peace be stilli
But thou art not so lovely to mine eye


At morning, balmv eve, or busy noon,


As is thy gentle sister, the pale Moon,
Which shineth now in Won unclouded sky'
Then let me forth. to drink her mellow ray;
who could exchange it for the gaudy day