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SUN AND AIR
Sun and air, when storm-clouds lowerO'er November's dripping lair,
How the thought of you has power,
When each breath is a despair,
To dispel the stifling hour,
And bring back the vernal shower—
Sun and air!
Yet more winsome, yet more fair
Than the beam on summer bower,
Than the breeze that stirs the flower
Yet more blithe and debonair
Is the baby-breath, I swear,
And the laughing eyes of our
Son and heir.
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