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The fragrant Infants paint th' enamel'd Vales,
And native Incense loads the balmy Gales;
The balmy Gales the Fragrancy convey
To Heav'n, and to their God an Off'ring pay.
And native Incense loads the balmy Gales;
The balmy Gales the Fragrancy convey
To Heav'n, and to their God an Off'ring pay.
By thy Command the Moon, as Day-light fades,
Lifts her broad Circle in the deep'ning Shades;
Array'd in Glory, and enthron'd in Light,
She breaks the solemn Terrors of the Night;
Sweetly inconstant in her varying Flame,
She changes still, another, yet the same!
Now in decrease by slow degrees she shrouds
Her fading Lustre in a Veil of Clouds;
Now at increase, her gathering Beams display
A Blaze of Light, and give a paler Day;
Ten thousand Stars adorn her glitt'ring Train,
Fall when she falls, and rife with her again;
Lifts her broad Circle in the deep'ning Shades;
Array'd in Glory, and enthron'd in Light,
She breaks the solemn Terrors of the Night;
Sweetly inconstant in her varying Flame,
She changes still, another, yet the same!
Now in decrease by slow degrees she shrouds
Her fading Lustre in a Veil of Clouds;
Now at increase, her gathering Beams display
A Blaze of Light, and give a paler Day;
Ten thousand Stars adorn her glitt'ring Train,
Fall when she falls, and rife with her again;
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