Transcendental Sonnet #777:
Sweet Day in July
Fresh-faced and shining sweet day in July
Life is borne upon your graceful breezes
Carrying the very hope I live by
Antidote and cure for the diseases
By which jealous death's impotent fury
Would seek to sink me scuttle and scurry
Me would seek to pervert my equipoise
Confuse me confound by want by worry
The music of your hours with mocking noise
In envy to subvert your summer joys
Sweet July day there is no way that we
Could be kept from each other you and I
From our pleasant present reality
Fresh-faced and shining sweet day in July
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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