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290 Looking thy veil of shadows through With face obscured, to meditate Calm on thy future power and state. Thou earnest, O Queen! from Ocean's bars At the Creator's voice, With sceptre raised, and crown' d with stars, And mantle glittering choice; And bade the silent world rejoice, To see through space thy brow severe Shine with the kind moon's silvery sphere. How many high truths have I learn'd Beneath thy solemn shade! What inspirations in me burn'd 'Mid the wood's silence laid! In thee I saw sublime display'd The Almighty's power, and seized my lyre, And fervid dared to Heaven aspire. Great Goddess, hail! in thy calm breast Let me soothe every care! Thy peaceful balm may give me rest From ills my heart that tear. Sweet pitying friend! to whom repair Poets and mourners for repose, O, Night! in soft peace end my woes.