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How fair art thou, mild daughter of the sky !
Thy face serene, and settled light, give joy ;
The stars attend thy blue steps in the east,
Silent and lovely, thou adorn 'st the west ;
The clouds rejoice before thy silver light,
At thy approach their dark-brown sides show bright.
With thee in lieav'n Avho is there can compare,
Thy path so radiant, and thy beams so fair ?
Full-orb'd when thou look'st forth along the skies,
The twinkling stars hide their green sparkling eyes ;
But when thy face seems dark, and sunk thy fire,
Say, whither dost thou from thy course retire ?
Obscure in shades dost thou indulge thy grief,
(Jr in thy hall, like Ossian, seek relief?
Are thy companions and thy friends no more ?
Thy sisters fall'n from heaven dost thou deplore ? —
They're surely fall'n, fair light ! ne'er to return,
And 'tis for them thou oft retir'st to mourn. —
But thou, O moon ! shalt fail thyself one night,
And leave thy path in heaven devoid of light :