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[The scatter'd clouds are fled at last]
Lo, the winter is past, the rain is gone, &c.
—ii. 11.
The scatter'd clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter pass'd,
The lovely vernal flowers appear,
The warbling choir enchant our ear:
Now with sweetly pensive moan,
Cooes the turtle-dove alone.
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