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crda, istress of y ul

crda, istres of y ul,

the asur&039;d ti is run!

the wretch beneath the dreary pole

arks his test sun

to what dark cave of frozen night

shall poor sylvander hie;

depriv&039;d of thee, his life and light,

the sun of all his joy?

we part—but by these precio drops,

that fill thy lovely eyes,

no other light shall guide y steps,

till thy bright beas arise!

she, the fair sun of all her sex,

has blest y glorio day;

and shall a glirg p fix

y worship to its ray?