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The Dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed
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The autumnal grace which so kindly has cast
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It's sombre yet gracious delight on my grief
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Enshrouded and lulled by the winters far deeper relief
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As weary my days will grow from leisure apart
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I shall wait for your powers renewed
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I pray to whatever there be
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"Let be my heard by your tenderness again imbued."
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Cura a die renovato cedit
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Dolor et laetitia conjungtus est
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Delightful shade was all that I dared hope for
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Thy silent charm alone remains to adore.
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Chapter IX
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Estatic Fear |