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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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