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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 –
The further to parade a Joy
Her Victim stared opon –

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 –