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So, brighter genuine virtue seems to rise From envy's dark invidious calumnies.

What glories on the sun attend, When the full tides of evening flow, Where in still changing beauty, blend With amber light, the opal's glow; While in the east the diamond bow Rises in virgin lustre bright, And from the horizon seems to throw, A partial line of trembling light To the hush'd shore; and all the tranquil deep Beneath the modest moon, is sooth'd to sleep.