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And now the light a doubtful lustre showèd, when veiled the mighty Lamp its lucent ray beneath the sky’s round rim, and lum’inous glowèd on our Antipodes the smile of Day:
The gen’erous crowd of Nayrs and Géntoos rowèd off from the stalwart ship on homeward way, seeking repose and sleep’s delicious swoon, to weary beings Night-tide’s gentle boon.