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Far from the purpose of his coming hither, (114)

He makes excuses for his being there: (115)

No cloudy show of stormy blustering weather (116)

Doth yet in his fair welkin once appear; (117)

Till sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear,
Upon the world dim darkness doth display, (119)

And in her vaulty prison stows the Day.

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