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Again the restless Spheres revolving sped, to olden drudg’ry dooming man anew:
Again did Memnon’s Mother radiance shed, and from the sluggard’s eyne soft sleep withdrew:
The latest shadows slowly melting fled, on earthly flow’rets weeping frigid dew; when the Melindan King took boat that he might view the Squad that swam the Blackmoor sea.