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SONG V.
[Though winter hath stript of its leaves]
Though winter hath stript of its leavesEach oak that o'ershadow'd the scene;
Yon hill yet unfadingly heaves
To the breezes its bosom of green.
The eye, that hath pensively stray'd
O'er the foliage strown pale in the grove,
Return'd with delight to the shade
By the fir and the cerasus wove:
But with sweeter emotions we see
The spring's glowing verdure appear;
And we love the fresh buds of the tree
That had died in the gloom of the year.
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