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<h3 id="id00116" style="margin-top: 3em"> THE GHOSTS OF GROWTH.</h3>
<p id="id00117"> Last night it snowed; and Nature fell asleep.<br/>
Forest and field lie tranced in gracious dreams<br/>
Of growth, for ghosts of leaves long dead, me-seems,<br/>
Hover about the boughs; and wild winds sweep<br/>
O'er whitened fields full many a hoary heap<br/>
From the storm-harvest mown by ice-bound streams!<br/>
With beauty of crushed clouds the cold earth teems,<br/>
And winter a tranquil-seeming truce would keep.<br/></p>
<p id="id00118"> But such ethereal slumber may not bide<br/>
The ascending sun's bright scorn—not long, I fear;<br/>
And all its visions on the golden tide<br/>
Of mid-noon gliding off, must disappear.<br/>
Fair dreams, farewell! So in life's stir and pride<br/>
You fade, and leave the treasure of a tear!<br/></p>
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