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OW shone the Morning Star in bright Array, To vanquish Night, and usher in the Day: The Wind veers Southward, and moist Clouds arise, That blot with Shades the Blue Meridian Skies. Cephalus feels with Joy the kindly Gales, His new Allies unfurl the swelling Sails; Rh