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N vain the prightly un renews his coure, Climbs up th' acending igns and leads the day, While long embattled clouds repel his force, And lazy vapours choke the golden ray.

In vain the pring proclaims the new-born year; No flowers beneath her lingering footteps pring, No roy garland binds her flowing hair, And in her train no feather'd warblers ing.

Her opening breat is tain'd with frequent howers, Her treaming trees bath'd in chilling dews, And ad before her move the penive hours, Whoe flagging wings no breathing weets diffue. Like