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1754–1832

NIGHT.

George Crabbe

The sober stillness of the night That fills the silent air, And all that breathes along the shore, Invite to solemn prayer.

Vouchsafe to me that spirit, Lord! Which points the sacred way, And let thy creatures here below Instruct me how to pray.

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