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XI. THE SOOTHING OF NATURE.
Ruffled by private wrongs and public woes,Too hard, it seemed, for Charity to brook,
I wandered to a solitary nook,
Brooding upon the world's unkindly blows.
There I beheld full many a fresh-blown rose,
Which the soft South-wind, passing, gently took,
And from their dainty cups the fragrance shook,
Soothing the sense and breathing of repose.
Beneath my feet a secret fountain gushed,
And with a tinkling music ran along,
As from green umbrage into light it pushed:
And I by Nature's protest sweet and strong
Was conquered, and my angry thoughts were crushed
By dancing roses and a runnel's song.
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