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The morning Sun -- she stung my eyes --
She made them Shine -- and Dance --
I asked her -- “Art so angry?” -- “No --
Excess exuberance” --
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The Summer is too warm a Friend --
Embraces too sincere --
Her Jollity -- too strenuous --
Her kisses -- passing fair --
Her Blessing -- too benificent --
Her Smile -- Surplus of Bright --
But when excess Devotion wanes --
We love Her best -- at Night --
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