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Mildly, yet with resplendent beauty, shines The scene around, although the stars alone, From the bright treasures of their gleaming mines A tender radiance o'er the earth have thrown. Oh! far more lovely are those gentle rays With their undazzling lustre, than the beam The sun pours down in his meridian blaze, Lighting with diamond pomp the sparkling stream.

Each tint its vivid colouring receives: There is the glossy peepul—the bamboo Flings down its rich redundancy of leaves, And trailing plants their wandering course pursue, In hues as bright as if the sun revealed The mantling foliage of the woody glade; Nor is yon lone sequestered hut concealed Sleeping within the green hill's deepest shade.