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A WINTER SCENE.
WRITTEN ON CHRISTMAS DAY.
'Tis sad to gaze, when winter shrouds
The sun's reluctant ray,
And veils in deep embattled clouds
The glories of the day;
When sighing to the gale, the wood
His wither'd honours yields;
And dark is now the mountain flood,
With storms deform'd, and foul with mud;
And dimm'd the pleasant fields.
The sun's reluctant ray,
And veils in deep embattled clouds
The glories of the day;
When sighing to the gale, the wood
His wither'd honours yields;
And dark is now the mountain flood,
With storms deform'd, and foul with mud;
And dimm'd the pleasant fields.
For who, that has an eye, to view,
And who that has a breast,
To feel the charms, that round him glow
In summer splendour drest,
O'er all the scene a glance can dart,
And see without a sigh,
Not all the scene can now impart
A charm, to glad his drooping heart,
And fix his roving eye?
And who that has a breast,
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In summer splendour drest,
O'er all the scene a glance can dart,
And see without a sigh,
Not all the scene can now impart
A charm, to glad his drooping heart,
And fix his roving eye?
O, then 'tis sweet to think, the hour
Of gloom shall pass away;
And dark December's stormy pow'r
Soon yield to gentle May;
That soon the sun his laughing beam
From azure skies shall shed,
Soon on the tufted forest gleam,
And touch with gold the lucid stream,
And robe the verdant mead.
Of gloom shall pass away;
And dark December's stormy pow'r
Soon yield to gentle May;
That soon the sun his laughing beam
From azure skies shall shed,
Soon on the tufted forest gleam,
And touch with gold the lucid stream,
And robe the verdant mead.
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E'en so it is with them, who trace
The monuments of death,
And mourn for man's devoted race;
Till to the eye of faith,
The winter of the grave to cheer,
Look forth the smiling spring;
And leading heav'n's eternal year
The Sun of Righteousness appear
With healing in his wing.
The monuments of death,
And mourn for man's devoted race;
Till to the eye of faith,
The winter of the grave to cheer,
Look forth the smiling spring;
And leading heav'n's eternal year
The Sun of Righteousness appear
With healing in his wing.
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