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   Oh! thou bright-beaming god, the plains are thirsting,

   Thirsting for freshening dew, and man is pining;

        Wearily move on thy horses —

        Let, then, thy chariot descend!

   Seest thou her who, from ocean's crystal billows,

   Lovingly nods and smiles? — Thy heart must know her!

        Joyously speed on thy horses, —

        Tethys, the goddess, 'tis nods!

   Swiftly from out his flaming chariot leaping,

   Into her arms he springs, — the reins takes Cupid, —

        Quietly stand the horses,

        Drinking the cooling flood.

   Now from the heavens with gentle step descending,

   Balmy night appears, by sweet love followed;

        Mortals, rest ye, and love ye, —

        Phoebus, the loving one, rests!