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Oh, queen of dreams! 'tis now the hour, Thy fav'rite hour of silence and of sleep; Come, bring thy wand, whose magic pow'r, Can wake the troubled spirits of the deep!

Now ev'ry sound has died away, The winds and waves are lull'd to rest; The sighing breeze forgets to play, And moon-beams tremble o'er the ocean's breast—