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  And when brown and shapeless foliage flies, Smit by the fury of the rending skies, Before the hoary frost, and snowy flake, Shall bind the billow of the gentle lake, Oh, haste, the joys of other climes to prove, Haste, to the genial warmth of social love; Draw the strong bolts, that bar the entrance free, To the fair dome of hospitality, Cheer with reviving smiles a pensive train, And make the eye of friendship bright again.

 

'TWAS night! but by an airy form, My eye was waking kept, Which gliding near me, seem'd to seek The pillow where I slept. 