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Then hail! thou sacred Sun, whose blest return,
Forbidding more our Night-sick eyes to mourn,
Drives the thin Shadows to their pale sojourn,
Gilds the black skies, and bids the cold sea burn;
Warm to the heart down-strike thy heavenly rays,
As warm the heart returns this Incense of its Praise!
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