 Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.  Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books - Page 334by John Milton - 1750Full view - About this book
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