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FRAGMENT.

is not spring, but still the new-come year Bears on its softened brow sweet promises Of soon returning smiles;—twilight again Claims her soft reign of one delicious hour; When the red sunset, fading from above, Leaves on the west an arch of silvery light— A fairy garden for the evening star Ere yet the other glorious lamps of heaven Look on her vesper solitude; or ere The moon has risen o'er yon shadowy hills. The hazel flings its yellow blossomings,