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The Morning after Wo -
'Tis frequently the Way -
Surpasses all that rose before -
For utter Jubilee -

As Nature did not care -
And piled her Blossoms on -
And further to parade a Joy
Her Victim stared upon -

The Birds declaim their Tunes -
Pronouncing every word
Like Hammers - Did they know they fell
Like Litanies of Lead -

On here and there - a creature -
They'd modify the Glee
To fit some Crucifixal Clef -
Some Key of Calvary -

(E.D.)