The Dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed The autumnal grace which so kindly has cast It`s sombre yet gracious delight on my grief Enshrouded and lulled by the winters far deeper relief
As weary my days will grow from leisure apart I shall wait for your powers renewed I pray to whatever there be "Let be my heard by your tenderness again imbued."
Cura a die renovato cedit Dolor et laetitia conjungtus est
Delightful shade was all that I dared hope for Thy silent charm alone remains to adore.
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