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Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.

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Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.
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Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have put their glory on.
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Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
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But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.
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Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
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The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
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The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
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Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
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All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
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A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
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