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The fall of kings, 
The rage of nations, and the crush of states, 
Move not the man, who, from the world escaped, 
In still retreats, and flowery solitudes, 
To nature’s voice attends; from month to month, 
And day to day, through the revolving year ; 
Admiring sees her in her every shape.” 
THoMson.—Autumn. © 
