A Song to be sung by the Levites at the Temple gates, on the opening of the scene
Day is dismounted on the watery plain,
And Evening does begin to fold
Up Light's rich cloth of gold,
And Nature's face the Night begins to stain.
Holy angels round us keep,
While our sense dissolves in sleep.
While the half of us is dead
Let the living half be led
To your gardens, to your bowers,
Where you pass your pleasing hours.
Treat within your heavenly tents
Your brethren spirits thus in state
While they wait
The leisure of their slumb'ring sense.
And Evening does begin to fold
Up Light's rich cloth of gold,
And Nature's face the Night begins to stain.
Holy angels round us keep,
While our sense dissolves in sleep.
While the half of us is dead
Let the living half be led
To your gardens, to your bowers,
Where you pass your pleasing hours.
Treat within your heavenly tents
Your brethren spirits thus in state
While they wait
The leisure of their slumb'ring sense.
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