Twas one of the charmed days When the genius of God doth flow, The wind may alter twenty ways, A tempest cannot blow; It may blow north, it still is warm; Or south, it still is clear; Or east, it smells like a clover-farm; Or west, no thunder fear. Select Essays and Poems - Page 83 by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1808 - 120 pages Full view -
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