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It’s like the Light—
A fashionless Delight—
It’s like the Bee—
A dateless—Melody—

It’s like the Woods—
Private—Like the Breeze—
Phraseless—yet it stirs
The proudest Trees—

It’s like the Morning—
Best—when it’s done—
And the Everlasting Clocks—
Chime—Noon!