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' when the night in silent sable fled, When cheerful morning sprung with rising red, When dreams and vapours leave to crowd the brain, And best the vision draws its heavenly scene; 'Twas then, as slumbering on my couch I lay, A sudden splendour seem'd to kindle day, A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume, Blown from eternal gardens, fill'd the room; And in a void of blue, that clouds invest, Appear'd a daughter of the realms of rest; Her head a ring of golden glory wore, Her honour'd hand the sacred volume bore, Her raiment glittering seem'd a silver white, And all her sweet companions sons of light.

Straight as I gaz'd, my fear and wonder grew, Fear barr'd my voice, and wonder fix'd my view; When lo! a cherub of the shining crowd That sail'd as guardian in her azure cloud, Fann'd the soft air, and downwards seem'd to glide, And to my lips a living coal applied. Then while the warmth o'er all my pulses ran Diffusing comfort, thus the maid began:

"Where glorious mansions are prepar'd above, The seats of music, and the seats of love,