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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