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If pain for peace preparesLo, what "Augustan" yearsOur feet await!If springs from winter rise,Can the AnemonesBe reckoned up?If night stands fast -- then noonTo gird us for the sun,What gaze!When from a thousand skiesOn our developed eyesNoons blaze!
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