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Rh And if perchance the chicadee

Lisp a faint note anon,

The snow is summer's canopy,

Which she herself put on.

Fair blossoms deck the cheerful trees,

And dazzling fruits depend;

The north wind sighs a summer breeze,

The nipping frosts to fend,

Bringing glad tidings unto me,

The while I stand all ear,

Of a serene eternity,

Which need not winter fear.

Out on the silent pond straightway

The restless ice doth crack,