O Night, more pleasing than the brightest Day, when Fancy gives what absence takes away, and drest in all its visionary charms restores my fair Deserter to my Arms. But when with Day the sweet delusions fly, and all things wake to life and joy; but I, as if once more forsaken, I complain, and close my Eyes to dream of you again.
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