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SONNET.
AFTER A THUNDER-STORM.
Soft blows the freshen'd air! the gloomy cloudsThat hung above the misty mount are breaking;
The birds are bursting from their leafy shrouds,
And hill and vale with minstrelsy are waking,
With gushing rivulets sweet music making.
Earth breathes again! for she has cast away
The nightmare Tempest, and in sunlight basks,
To drink its warmth, while kindly Nature tasks
Her art, to bring, beneath her gentle sway,
Our late-complaining souls to smile in gladness.
Thus, gladd'ning every bosom with his rays,
And bidding every tongue to shout his praise,
And drying Nature's tear-drops in his blaze,
The happy sun can wake mankind from sadness.
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