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/ Suspending night with threads of light the sun with signals bold, / Flashed o'er to moon his mate on high, and wondrous secret told; / Together they a photograph of mother earth would make, / When midnight dropped her curtains low and watching stars locked gate.
I'll picture on thy pale round face an image vast, complete, / Of pondrous size with oceans wild and mountains high and steep, / A hurling mass of seething lakes, while outward beauties fold / It round and o'er with nature's green, and tinted crusts of gold.