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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Evening And Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Evening bids the Sun to rest retire,<br>Unwearied Ether sets her lamps on fire;<br>Lit by one torch, each is supplied in turn,<br>Till all the candles in the concave burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The night-hawk now, with his nocturnal tone,<br>Wakes up, and all the Owls begin to moan,<br>Or heave from dreary vales their dismal song,<br>Whilst in the air the meteors play along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[illegible] ength the silver queen begins to rise,<br>[illegible] spread her glowing mantle in the skies,<br>[illegible] from the smiling chambers of the east,<br>[illegible] the eye to her resplendent feast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What joy is this unto the rustic swain,<br>Who from the mount surveys the moon-lit plain;<br>Who with the spirit of a dauntles Pan<br>Controls his fleecy train and leads the van;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Or pensive, muses on the water's side,<br>Which purling doth thro' green meanders glide,<br>With watchful care he broods his heart away<br>'Till might is swallowed in the flood of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The meteors cease to play, that mov'd so fleet<br>And spectres from the murky groves retreat,<br>The prowling wolf withdraws, which bowl'd so bold<br>And bleating flocks may venture from the fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The night-hawk's din deserts the shepherd's ear,<br>Succeeded by the huntsman's trumpet clear,<br>O come Diana, start the morning chase<br>Thou ancient goddess of the hunting race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Aurora's smiles adorn the mountain's brow,<br>The peasant hums delighted at his plow,<br>And lo, the dairy maid salutes her bounteous cow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Moses+Horton">George Moses Horton</a><div class=q>
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Unwearied Ether sets her lamps on fire;
Lit by one torch, each is supplied in turn,
Till all the candles in the concave burn.


The night-hawk now, with his nocturnal tone,
Wakes up, and all the Owls begin..."></div>
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