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The noon’s fleecy brightness, the evening’s gray calm,
May pour o’er my spirit their gladness or balm;
The hoary oak bend ’neath the blast of the north,
When like a stern giant the storm rideth forth—
But thy beauty is brighter than noon in its power,
Thy mildness more balmy than evening’s calm hour,
And thy voice o’er my spirit sweeps stronger by far
Than the blast fiercely rushing from tempest’s dark car.
When the flowers of the earth into odours arise,
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