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High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.
— William Falconer
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.
The sacred lamp of dayNow dipt in western clouds his parting ray.
Again she plunges! hark! a second shockShe loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide.
With living colours give my verse to glow:The sad memorial of a tale of woe!
Thou living ray of intellectual fire.
