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TO H. C.
In those sad climes where breathless trees
The winter sunbeam never know,
With joy the pensive traveller sees
The moon's pale lustre on the snow.
The winter sunbeam never know,
With joy the pensive traveller sees
The moon's pale lustre on the snow.
So in the lone and wintry breast,
Where Love's warm sun may ne'er appear,
And every struggling germ's opprest
With heavy snow-drifts clustering drear.
Where Love's warm sun may ne'er appear,
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With heavy snow-drifts clustering drear.
Dear to that bosom in its night
Is friendship mild, which you despise,
As that rich burst of rosy light,
Which charms and dazzles happier eyes.
Is friendship mild, which you despise,
As that rich burst of rosy light,
Which charms and dazzles happier eyes.
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