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As, to the Autumn breeze's bugle sound,

Various and vague the dry leaves dance their round;

Or, from the garner-door, on ether borne,

The chaff flies devious from the winnow'd corn;

So vague, so devious, at the breath of heaven,

From their fix'd aim are mortal counsels driv'n.

Anonymous.

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