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The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies

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In all their pleasures in my bosom rise.

See in the east th' illustrious king of day!
His rising radiance drives the shades away—
But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong,

And scarce begun, concludes th' abortive song.

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