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FROST.
Lo! on the roofs yon frost of silver-white,By fairy fingers spread, that moonlit night!
Silver-lipped frost! bring'st thou not prophecy
Of golden, glowing, joyous days to be?
Come once more to my bosom, halcyon days
That clothe the earth in such enchanting haze;
More than prophetic of approaching Spring,
That make my heart leap up and dance and sing;
O come, and make it heaven on earth awhile,
And let me live, a child, in Nature's smile!
Mobile, Jan. 27, 1852.
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