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Autumn, The

        Go, sit upon ty hill,

        And turn your eyes around,

        ers wild

        Do umn sound.

        t on them --

        t --

        Sit still -- as all transformd to stone,

        Except your musing .

        in summer-time,

        May yet be in your mind;

        And he green woods sing

        Behe freshening wind.

        the same wind now blows around,

        You s blast recall;

        For every breat stirs trees,

        Doto fall.

        O h

        t fles impart:

        e ot bear its visitings,

        .

        Gay s may make us smile,

        hen Sorrow is asleep;

        But ot make us smile,

        hen Sorrow bids us weep!

        t    clasp our hands, --

        their presence may be oer;

        t voice t meets our ear,

        t tone may e no more!

        Youth,

        hice refreshd our mind,

        Shose sighing woods,

        tumn wind.

        t the woods;

        Look out oer vale and hill-

        In spring, them --

        till.

        e autumns scaters cold --

        e ce!

        ever prospect h bound,

        eer be desolate.
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