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It makes no difference abroad, / The seasons fit the same, / The mornings blossom into noons, / And split their pods of flame.
Wild-flowers kindle in the woods, / The brooks brag all the day; / No blackbird bates his jargoning / For passing Calvary.
Auto-da-fe and judgment / Are nothing to the bee; / His separation from his rose / To him seems misery.