The Seasons. Winter. Line 393.
There studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
The Seasons. Winter. Line 431.
The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
The Seasons. Winter. Line 625.
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These as they change, Almighty Father! these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.