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63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what "Augustan" years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise, Can the Anemones Be reckoned up? If night stands fast—then noon To gird us for the sun, What gaze! When from a thousand skies On our developed eyes Noons blaze!
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