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XLVII

VIRTUE

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright--

The bridal of the earth and sky;

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;

For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave5757angry and brave, piercing and dazzlingly splendid

Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,

Thy root is ever in its grave,

And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,

A box where sweets compacted lie,

My music shows ye have your closes,

And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

Like season'd timber, never gives5858gives, yields;

But though the whole world turn to coal,

Then chiefly lives.


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