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past! The sultry tyrant of the south Has spent his short-lived rage; more grateful hours Move silent on; the skies no more repell The dazzled sight, but with mild maiden beams Of tempered lustre court the cherished eye To wander o'er their sphere; where hung aloft Dian's bright crescent, like a silver bow New strung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns Impatient for the night, and seems to push Her brother down the sky. Fair Venus shines Even in the eye of day ; with sweetest beam Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood