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  Autumn evening, and the morn When the golden mists are born.

I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost; I love waves, and winds, and storms, Every thing almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery.

I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less.

I love Love—though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee— Thou art love and life! O come, Make once more my heart thy home.

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OH, world! oh, life! oh, time! On whose last steps I climb  92