For morn is approaching your charms to restore,
Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew:
Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn;
Kind nature the embryo blossom will save;
The spring shall yet visit the mouldering urn;
The day shall yet dawn on the night of the grave.'
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