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James Russell Lowell - A New Year`s Greeting
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The century numbers fourscore years;
  You, fortressed in your teens,
To Time`s alarums close your ears,
And, while he devastates your peers,
  Conceive not what he means.

If e`er life`s winter fleck with snow
  Your hair`s deep shadowed bowers,
That winsome head an art would know
To make it charm, and wear it so
  As `twere a wreath of flowers.

If to such fairies years must come,
  May yours fall soft and slow
As, shaken by a bee`s low hum,
The rose-leaves waver, sweetly dumb,
  Down to their mates below!
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