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“Stern winter smiles on this auspicious clime;

The fields are florid in eternal prime;

From the bleak pole no winds inclement blow,

Mould the round hail, or flake the fleecy snow;

But from the breezy deep the groves inhale

The fragrant murmurs of the eastern gale!”