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Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
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Sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch.
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
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_March_.
The stormy March has come at last,
With wind and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.
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_Autumn Woods_.
But 'neath yon crimson tree,
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.
_Forest Hymn_.
The groves were God's first temples.
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_The Death of the Flowers_.
The melancholy days are come,
The saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods,
And meadows brown and sear.
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_The Battlefield_.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
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FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.
_Marco Bozzaris_.
Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of y our sires;
God, and your native land!
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One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
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