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Excerpt from The Monthly Repository and Review of Theology and General Literature, Vol. 3: January to December, 1829
Nature herself seems, in her wintry dress, To own the closing year's solemnity: Sprin 's blooming flowers, and summer's leafiness, Aug autumn's richer charms; are all thrown by; I look abroad upon a starless sky! Even the plaintive breeze sounds like the surge On Ocean's shore among those pine-trees high; Or, sweeping o'er that dark wall's ivied verge, It rings unto my thoughts the Old year's mournful dirge.
Bear with me, gentle reader, if my vein Appear too serious - sober, ut not sad The thoughts and feelings which inspire my strai Could they with mirthful words be fit] clad? The thoughtless call the melanchol ma And deem joy dwells where lau ter lights the brow But are the ay indeed the truly glad, Because t ey seem so? 0, be wiser thou! Winter, which strips the vine, harms not the cypress bough.
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