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144   And how beneath the winter’s snow
 * Lie germs of summer flowers!

The Night is mother of the Day,
 * The Winter of the Spring,

And ever upon old Decay
 * The greenest mosses cling.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
 * Through showers the sunbeams fall;

For God, who loveth all His works,
 * Has left His hope with all!

day the darkness and the cold
 * Upon my heart have lain,

Like shadows on the winter sky,
 * Like frost upon the pane;

But now my torpid fancy wakes,
 * And, on thy Eagle’s plume,

Rides forth, like Sindbad on his bird,
 * Or witch upon her broom!

Below me roar the rocking pines,
 * Before me spreads the lake

Whose long and solemn-sounding waves
 * Against the sunset break.