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THE WINTER PEAR.
Is always Age severe?Is never youth austere?
Spring-fruits are sour to eat;
Autumn's the mellow time.
Nay, very late in th'year,
Short day and frosty rime,
Thought, like a winter pear,
Stone-cold in summer's prime,
May turn from harsh to sweet.
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