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Sonnet LXXX.

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As lightens the brown Hill to vivid green         When juvenescent April's showery Sun         Looks on its side, with golden glance, at Noon;         So on the gloom of Life's now faded scene      Shines the dear image of those days serene,         From Memory's consecrated treasures won;         The days that rose, ere youth, and years were flown,         Soft as the morn of May; - and well I ween      If they had clouds, in Time's alembic clear         They vanish'd all, and their gay vision glows         In brightness unobscur'd; and now they wear      A more than pristine sunniness, which throws         Those mild reflected lights that soften care,         Loss of lov'd Friends, and all the train of Woes.

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