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EVENING REST.

THERE is a balmy dew from heaven,

A solace unto mortals given,

Which from the silent moon distils,

And men with rest and pleasure fills;

Which comes at eventide when stars

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In fullest glory shine, and bars

From mortal eyes, with gentle might,

The glorious mysteries of the night;

Far be it from my speech to show

How patriarchs of long ago

Mount up the dome of night;

Far be it from me to record

How, glorious with his shining sword,

Around his waist a golden cord,

Orion rules in might.

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