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Violent wind does shake the dear buds of day,
And summer's morn has fallen astray
Sometime heaven’s eye will blaze,
Along the stream of his fleeting gaze
Seldom is his golden cast dimmed,
And still the emerald-tree, that bears life’s lessons left untrimmed;
This eternal season shall not wither,
Nor will death’s seeking arms drag you in his shade,
And continues the growth of the green-emerald bark;
So long as my soul soars to the crest of the elder canopy
And scents the divine boughs that life extends
My heart will raise a pure stem,
Able to blossom into opulent love