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 THE FALL OF THE LEAF

God who seasons thus the year,

And sometimes kindly slants his rays;

For in his winter he's most near

And plainest seen upon the shortest days.

Who gently tempers now his heats,

And then his harsher cold, lest we

Should surfeit on the summer's sweets,

Or pine upon the winter's crudity.

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