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Written on the FIRST of DECEMBER,
1793.

Tho' now no more the musing earDelights to listen to the breeze,That lingers o'er the green wood shade, I love thee, Winter! well.
Sweet are the harmonies of Spring,Sweet is the Summer's evening gale,Pleasant the Autumnal winds that shake The many-colour'd grove.
And pleasant to the sober'd soulThe silence of the wintry scene,When Nature shrouds her in her trance In deep tranquility.
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