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SEPTEMBER IN NEW HAMPSHIRE.

And sharp and seam'd Chocorua,

That fronts the sunset valleys wide,

With newer grace is glorified.

What charm in lake and sky for us,

In summer's temples ruinous

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Of fern and flower; the pine's low moan;

The shy quail's hidden monotone;

In gray cloud luminous

Across far moonlit vistas drawn;

The fading star, the flushing dawn,

The morning mists that slowly part,

The waking throb of nature's heart!

O Hampshire hills, September days!

O burning light thro' rifted haze

From peak to cloud, from lake to sky,

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