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TO THE WINDS.

Spirit! who dwellest in the secret clouds,
Unseen, unknown, yet heard o'er all the world!
Who reign'st in storms and darkness half the year,
Yet sometimes lov'st, in Summer's season bright,
To breathe soft music through her azure dome:
Oft heard art thou amongst the high tree-tops,
In mournful and so sweet a melody,
As though some Angel, touched with human grief,
Soothed the sad mind. Oh, viewless, viewless wind!
I love thy potent voice, whether in storms
It gives to thunder clouds their impulse dread,
Swells the Spring airs, or sighs in Autumn's groves,

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Mourning the dying leaf. Whate'er the note,
Thy power entrances, wins me from low cares,
And bears me towards God, who bids you breathe,
And bids the morning of a higher world
Dawn on my hopes.