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Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains now
Goest down in glory! ever beautiful
And blessed is thy radiance, whether thou
Colourest the eastern heaven and night-mist cool,
Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high
Climbest and streamest thy white splendours from mid-sky.

— William Cullen Bryant Poems (1832)

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The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

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Weep not that the world changes—did it keep
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And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
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And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

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