YEAR that trembled and reel’d beneath me!
Your summer wind was warm enough—yet the air I
        breathed froze me;
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken’d
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself;
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf–
And sullen hymns of defeat?



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