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IV.

There is no longer any heaven

To glorify our clouds;

The rising vapours downward driven

Come home in palls and shrouds.

The sun himself is ill bested

A heavenly sign to show;

His radiance, dimmed to glowing red,

Can hardly further go.

An earthy damp, a churchyard gloom,

Pervade the moveless air;

The year is sinking to its tomb,

And death is everywhere.

But while sad thoughts together creep,

Like bees too cold to sting,

God's children, in their beds asleep,

Are dreaming of the spring.

SONGS OF THE AUTUMN NIGHTS.

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