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 Where, clothed in starry robes, majestic Night Presides to sanctify the binding rite. As rests her hand upon the genial couch, The voices of the good their joy avouch; And long through Pluto's halls is heard to float Their wakeful hymn, with sweet applausive note.
 * "Hail, Matron Juno! worthiest of our love!

Hail, brother thou, and son-in-law of Jove! Clasped in each other's arms, consenting steep Your weary senses in the dews of sleep. Accord what Nature asks; let sons be born, New Gods, the world predestined to adorn; And give to Ceres—by that hope beguiled Of care and sorrow—children of her child."