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November.

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Besides the autumn poets sing,     A few prosaic days     A little this side of the snow     And that side of the haze.     A few incisive mornings,     A few ascetic eyes, --     Gone Mr. Bryant's golden-rod,     And Mr. Thomson's sheaves.     Still is the bustle in the brook,     Sealed are the spicy valves;     Mesmeric fingers softly touch     The eyes of many elves.     Perhaps a squirrel may remain,     My sentiments to share.     Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind,     Thy windy will to bear!

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