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Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams,

      Beauty awake from rest!

      Let Beauty awake

      For Beauty’s sake

In the hour when the birds awake in the brake

      And the stars are bright in the west!

Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day,

      Awake in the crimson eve!

      In the day’s dusk end

      When the shades ascend,

Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend

      To render again and receive!