Deepest Night released her wind; her cold and jealous hold on the plains

Youngest Dawn, with fingertips of rose, is coming to relieve her pains

With her raging tempest dead, I’ll relax the grip on my cloak again

Generous rays now beam down, on my once lonely, frigid skin

Vitality of the whole world is made, and banished is my sin

All-seeing Helios, with his great radiance, has arrived

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