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Rh O Summer days; when Love hath grown apace,

And feareth not to look upon Love's face,

And lightnings burn where earth and sky embrace!

O Autumn, when the winds are dank and dread,

How brave above the dying and the dead

The conqueror, Love, uplifts his banner red!

O Winter, when the earth lies white and chill!

Now only hath strong Love his perfect will,

Whom heat, nor cold, nor death can bind nor kill.

IX—"SUMMER'S RAIN AND WINTER'S SNOW"

X—THE VIOLIN

the listening world behold him stand;

The warm air trembles with his passionate play;

Their cheers shower round him like the ocean spray

Round one who waits upon the stormy strand.

Their smiles, sighs, tears all are at his command;