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Symbol of Hope! still banishing the gloom 
Hung o’er the mind by stem November’s reign, 
Thou cheer’st the fancy by thy steady bloom, 
With thoughts of Summer, and the fertile plain; 
Calling a thousand visions into play, 
With beauty teeming, bright as sunny May. 
Type of a true and holy love, the same 
Through every scene that crowds life’s varied 
page, 
’Mid grief, ’mid gladness, spell of every dream, 
Tender in youth, and strong in feeble age, 
The peerless picture of a faithful wife, 
Thou bloom’st the fairest ’midst the frosts of life! 
