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Rh Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewell: For O, not all that Autumn's lap contains, Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits, Can aught for thee atone, Fair Spring ! whose simplest promise more delights Than all their largest wealth, and through the heart Each joy and new-born hope With softest influence breathes.