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May bliss your latest ev'ning crown, Disarm life's winter of its frown, And soft, ye hoary hairs, go down, In gladness to the grave!

And, as the parting beams of day, On mountain-snows reflected play; And tints of roseate lustre shed; Thus, on the snow that crowns thy head, May joy, with ev'ning planet, shed His mildest ray!