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While flowers unfold where the storm may sweep, While the heart of man is a soundless deep!

But there smiles a land, oh! ye troubled pair! Where ye have no part in the summer air. Far from the breathings of changeful skies, Over the seas and the graves it lies; Where the day of the lightning and cloud is done, And joy reigns alone, as the lonely sun!