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Reflections Suggested By Winter
'Tis done
dread winter spreads its latest glooms,
And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year
How dead the vegetable kingdom lies
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'Tis done
dread winter spreads its latest glooms,
And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year
How dead the vegetable kingdom lies
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book
Who heard thee singing in the distance dim,
The vague, far greenness of the enshrouding wood,
When the damp freshness of the morning earth Was full of pu...