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Rh The morning tars with joyful acclamation Exulting ung, and hail'd the new creation.

&emsp;Yet this fair world, the creature of a day, &emsp;Tho' built by 's right hand, mud pas away; &emsp;And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, &emsp;The fate of empires, and the pride of kings: Eternal night hall veil their proudet tory, And drop the curtain o'er all human glory.

&emsp;The un himelf, with weary clouds oppret, &emsp;Shall in his ilent, dark pavilion ret; &emsp;His golden urn hall broke and ueles lie, &emsp;Amidt the common ruins of the ky; The tars ruh headlong in the wild commotion And bathe their glittering foreheads in the ocean.  But