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Phillis Wheatley - An Hymn To The Evening
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Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav`nly plain;
Majestic grandeur!  From the zephyr`s wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
  Through all the heav`ns what beauteous dies are
    spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev`ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
  Fill`d with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav`nly, more refin`d;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
  Night`s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
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