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ON THE FORTHCOMING VOLUME OF SIDNEY LANIER'S POEMS.
Snow! Snow! Snow!Do thy worst, Winter, but know, but know
That, when the Spring cometh, a blossom shall blow
From the heart of the Poet that sleeps below,
And his name to the ends of the earth shall go,
In spite of the snow!
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