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But soon she staid her rushing car, And check'd her rapid rein, For morn beheld her from afar, And frown'd upon her train.

The queen of night, and rosy morn, Together might not dwell; One came to rouse the slumbering dawn, The other sought her cell.

 

ONCE o'er a dangerous sea with weary oar, A feeble bark the mighty Cesar bore, The tempest roar'd, the trembling steersman fear'd, When thus a firmer tone his spirit cheer'd; "Fear not Pilot! brave the stormy sea, "Thou bearest Cesar, and his fate with thee."

So thou, O Christian, when thy helm is lost, 