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The air such pleasure loth to lose,
With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly close.
X.
Beneath the hollow round
Of Cynthia's seat, the Airy region thrilling,
Now was almost won
To think her part was don,
And that her raign had here its last fulfilling;
She knew such harmony alone
Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union.
XI.
A Globe of circular light,
That with long beams the shame-fac't night array'd;
The helmed Cherubim
And sworded Seraphim,
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid,
Harping in loud and solemn quire,
With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new-born Heir.
XII.
Before was never made,
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While the Creator Great
His