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TO-DAY
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TO-DAY.

WHAT dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day,
That contest o'er the mountains with swift feet ?
All the young birds make haste thy steps to greet
And all the dewy roses of the May

Turn red and white with joy. The breezes play
On their soft harps a welcome low and sweet ;
All nature hails thee, glad thy face to meet,
And owns thy presence in a brighter ray.

But my poor soul distrusts thee ! One as fair
As thou art, O To-day, drew near to me,
Serene and smiling, yet she bade me wear

The sudden sackcloth of a great despair!
O, pitiless! that through the wandering air
Sent no kind warning of the ill to be !



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