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'Tvvas still low Ebb of Night, when not a Star
Was twinkling in the muffled Hemispere;
But all around in horrid Darkness mourn'd,
As if old Chaos were again return'd;
When not one Gleam of the eternal Light
Shot thro' the solid Darkness of the Night;
In dismal Silence Nature seem'd to sleep,
And all the Winds were buried in the Deep;
No whispering Zephyrus aloft did blow,
Nor warring Boughs were murmuring below;
No falling Waters dash'd, no Rivers purl'd;
But all conspir'd to hush the drowsie World.
Was twinkling in the muffled Hemispere;
But all around in horrid Darkness mourn'd,
As if old Chaos were again return'd;
When not one Gleam of the eternal Light
Shot thro' the solid Darkness of the Night;
In dismal Silence Nature seem'd to sleep,
And all the Winds were buried in the Deep;
No whispering Zephyrus aloft did blow,
Nor warring Boughs were murmuring below;
No falling Waters dash'd, no Rivers purl'd;
But all conspir'd to hush the drowsie World.
When on my Couch in thoughtless Slumbers wrapt
I lay repos'd;—My very Soul too slept
In peaceful Dulness, silent and serene,
Till 'twas debauch'd and waken'd into Dream.
I lay repos'd;—My very Soul too slept
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Till 'twas debauch'd and waken'd into Dream.
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