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 10o EARLY POEMS ON EVENING. Come, Evening; onee again, Season of peace, Return, sweet Evening, and finue io I I LOV  rise early dawn,. To ro o'er hill, and de, d lan, Or view the bols of e fa . In forest glade; I love to mk the kindling sky, e mounin's mis canopy, And hear e birds' ld melody By hoarse cascade: And, when the sun from mid-day height Dins his fierce radice, I delight To , where yet prolong e night O'emmhing shades; And, lost in musing, W recne e e roll beechtrunks silve shine, Round which e i joys m twine Its dark-green braids: ......... Google

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