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 And life to thy leaves, late hoary As weeds cast up from the hoar Sea.

Song Can bid faith shine as the morning Though light in the world be none: Death shrinks if her tongue sound warning, Night quails, and beholds the sun Strong.

Night Bare rule over men for ages Whose worship wist not of me And gat but sorrows for wages, And hardly for tears could see Light.

Call No more on the starry presence Whose light through the long dark swam: