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FRAGMENT FOR MUSIC.

Softly swaying
Are the flowers,
Scents betraying
'Mid the showers:
Gently moving
Are the trees,
Not reproving
The rude breeze.
Stars shine quiet
Though the storm's
Cloudlets riot
O'er their forms:
Moonrays mildly
Shed their light,
Though still wildly
Wails the night.

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Mountains never
In their might
Care if ever
Lost to sight:
Plants must wither
And be lost
When comes thither
Biting frost.
Lower creatures
Scarce complain,
Nor their features
Change with pain;
Though Toil's burden
Ne'er is done,
Though no guerdon
Can be won.
At each season
Man makes moan
Though glad reason
Is his own;—

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Notwithstanding
In his might
Earth commanding,
Wrong or right.