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’Twas now the period when the Planet bright, whose race distinguisheth the hours of day, did at his longed-for, tardy goal alight, veiling from human eyne his heav’enly ray; and of his Ocean-home, deep hid from sight, the God of Night-tide oped the portal-way; when the false crafty folk came flocking round the ships, whose anchors scarce had bit the ground.