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28 Then that venerable warner disappeared around a corner,
 * And the season of unreason having also taken flight,

All the cheeks of men were burning like the skies to crimson turning
 * When Aurora Borealis fires her premises by night.

As sweet as the look of a lover
 * Saluting the eyes of a maid
 * That blossom to blue as the maid

Is ablush to the glances above her,
 * The sunshine is gilding the glade
 * And lifting the lark out of shade.

Sing therefore high praises, and therefore
 * Sing songs that are ancient as gold,
 * Of earth in her garments of gold;

Nor ask of their meaning, nor wherefore
 * They charm as of yore, for behold!
 * The Earth is as fair as of old.

Sing songs of the pride of the mountains,
 * And songs of the strength of the seas.
 * And the fountains that fall to the seas