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Of Summer garments clad; the radiant morn With all the pride of Day, the milder eves and Sols descending orb, the black wing'd night Whose bloom contracted by her burning gems With solemn grandeur fills her silent reign -- But soft, -- the morning wrapt in mantle grey Breaks faintly o'er yon in [[unclear]] hills Smiling serenely on the sleeping world Which soon awaking will return her smiles; Nor can I feel unmov'd her gentle ray That but now, bewilder'd, and begloom'd Amid nocturnal shades, -- hail glorious light, Heavens fairest child, essence of beauty hail! Thou but canst speak the goodness, and the power of him who form'd you, and supplies your fires. Pay him a tribute of your brightest beams While Men and Angels wrapt in admiration Behold the scene -- display out all your wonders Thine your Creator's praise from World to world And blaze his glory thro' the universe As yet I can survey the trembling stars And yet but dimly view the objects around
