Several Occasions.
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No Air of Breath disturbs the drowzy Woods,
No Whispers murmur from the silent Floods!
The Moon sheds down a silver-streaming Light,
And glads the melancholic Face of Night:
Now Clouds swift-skimming veil her sullied Ray,
Now bright she blazes with a fuller Day:
The Stars in Order twinkle in the Skies,
And fall in Silence, and in Silence rise:
Till as a Giant strong, a Bridegroom gay,
The Sun springs dancing thro' the Gates of Day:
He shakes his dewy Locks, and hurls his Beams
O'er the proud Hills, and down the glowing Streams:
His fiery Coursers bound above the Main,
And whirl the Car along th' ethereal Plain:
The fiery Coursers and the Car display
A Stream of Glory, and a Flood of Day.
Did e'er thy Eye descend into the Deep,
Or hast thou seen where Infant Tempests sleep?
No Whispers murmur from the silent Floods!
The Moon sheds down a silver-streaming Light,
And glads the melancholic Face of Night:
Now Clouds swift-skimming veil her sullied Ray,
Now bright she blazes with a fuller Day:
The Stars in Order twinkle in the Skies,
And fall in Silence, and in Silence rise:
Till as a Giant strong, a Bridegroom gay,
The Sun springs dancing thro' the Gates of Day:
He shakes his dewy Locks, and hurls his Beams
O'er the proud Hills, and down the glowing Streams:
His fiery Coursers bound above the Main,
And whirl the Car along th' ethereal Plain:
The fiery Coursers and the Car display
A Stream of Glory, and a Flood of Day.
Did e'er thy Eye descend into the Deep,
Or hast thou seen where Infant Tempests sleep?
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