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 Did azure skies, calm fields, And woods of gold, That fall reveals, their Course continuous hold,— Then autumn were like her.

Did roses bloom beyond The reach of blight; Song birds remain unchanged By migrant flight,— With these she might compare.

Did not deep winter snow, So white and clear, Make haste in muddy Thaws to disappear,— Snow somewhat were like her.

Better than all that nature Yet hath shown, Or art, she stands secure, Supreme alone,— Of whom to you I write.