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Upon the moon beam do we float, and light, as air, prevade the habitations of men, and hearken, O favored mortal! I tell thee spirits pure from vice are present to thy inmost thoughts, when terror, when madness when spectres, and when death surrounded thee, our influence put to flight the ministers of darkness we placed thee in the moonlight vale; and now upon thy head I pour the planetary dew, from Hecat’s dread agents, it will free thee from wildering fear and gloomy superstition' She ended, and Sir Gawen impatient to express his gratitude was about to speak, when suddenly the light turned pale and died away, the spirits fled and music soft and sweet was heard remotely in the air. Sir Gawen started, and in place of the resulgent scene of magic he beheld a public road, his horse cropping the grass which grew upon its edge, and a village at a little distance, on whose spire the rising sun had shed his earliest beams.
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