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The lark in heaven, the plover on the lea, Stray into silence, as the star that stills All labor, with her silvern lamp fulfils
Her kindly task, and men from toil are free. Now gorgeous clouds like Tyrian tapestry Engird the sun, whose light upon them thrills Richer and fairer as he leaves their halls,
Till all the glory vanishes; and lo!
Swathed in a cloud, the little moon, new-
Steals timidly around the starry walls,
INVISIBLE, unspeakable, whose voice
In the soft murmur of this neighboring sea, From the beginning everlastingly Is thy own witness, energize my choice: Even now, by more than half the allotted span Wisely assigned, the unreturning years
In timorous doubts and all too scrupulous fears
Have dwindled sore my little term of man.
Must it be ever thus? even to the end
Fearing to do aught lest I do the wrong,
Let me this hour to fruitful usury lend