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 438 Lo. where he beams, ambrosial, yellow curled,

The God of Day, with unapparent might,

Checking his fiery steeds, that plunge and bite

As if from heaven his Chariot should be hurled.

And on the Clouds a many-tinted band

Of Hours dance round their Leader, grave or gay

As glowing near or in his wake they sway;

While poised above the sun-awakened land

The Morning Star, fair herald of the day,

Hovers, a Cupid, back-blown torch in hand.

SEA-MUSIC.