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ATHENS: CAPUCHIN CONVENT, March 17, 1811.
Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, / Along Morea's hills the setting Sun; / Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, / But one unclouded blaze of living light; / O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, / Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows; / On old Ægina's rock and Hydra's isle / The God of gladness sheds his parting smile; / O'er his own regions lingering loves to shine, / Though there his altars are no more divine. / Descending fast, the mountain-shadows kiss / Thy glorious Gulf, unconquered Salamis! / Their azure arches through the long expanse, / More deeply purpled, meet his mellowing glance, / And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, / Mark his gay course, and own the hues of Heaven; / Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, / Behind his Delphian rock he sinks to sleep.