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Within the circuit of this plodding life / There enter moments of an azure hue, / Untarnished fair as is the violet / Or anemone, when the spring strews them / By some meandering rivulet, which make / The best philosophy untrue that aims / But to console man for his grievances.
I have remembered when the winter came, / High in my chamber in the frosty nights, / When in the still light of the cheerful moon, / On every twig and rail and jutting spout, / The icy spears were adding to their length / Against the arrows of the coming sun, -- / How in the shimmering noon of summer past / Some unrecorded beam slanted across / The upland pastures where the johnswort grew;