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Rh Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind, At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd; So shall the labours of the day begin More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.


 * Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,

Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise. Rh