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Sonnet XXXVII. Autumn.

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Thro' changing Months a well-attemper'd Mind         Welcomes their gentle or terrific pace. -         When o'er retreating Autumn's golden grace         Tempestuous Winter spreads in every wind      Naked asperity, our musings find         Grandeur increasing, as the Glooms efface         Variety and glow. - Each solemn trace         Exalts the thoughts, from sensual joys refin'd.      Then blended in our rapt ideas rise         The vanish'd charms, that summer-suns reveal,         With all of desolation, that now lies      Dreary before us; - teach the Soul to feel         Awe in the Present, pleasure in the Past,         And to see vernal Morns in Hope's perspective cast.      October 27th, 1782.

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