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535

Though no war wak'd us, no black tempest frown'd.—
The morning rifes gay; yet gayeft morn
Less glorious after night's incumbent shades ;
Lefs glorious far bright Nature, rich array'd
With golden robes, in all the pomp of noon,
Than the first feeble dawn of Moral day?
Sole day, (let those whom statesmen ferve attend)
Though the fun ripens diamonds for their crowns;
Sole day worth his regard whom heaven ordains,
Undarken'd, to behold noon dark, and date,
From the fun's death, and every planet's fall,
His all-illuftrious and eternal year;

540

Where statesmen and their monarchs, (names of awe
And diftance here) fhall rank with common men,
Yet own their glory never dawn'd before.

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