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FROM THE POEM "CARTHON. "
O thou! who rollest in yon azure field, / Round as the orb of my forefather's shield, / Whence are thy beams? From what eternal store / Dost thou, O Sun! thy vast effulgence pour? / In awful grandeur, when thou movest on high, / The stars start back and hide them in the sky; / The pale Moon sickens in thy brightening blaze, / And in the western wave avoids thy gaze.