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WAS wakened from my slumber, by the robins' sweetest song-- So I joined in a chorus, and in person came along To the hills and vales which Nature had arranged in marked degree For admirers of her beauty--lovers all, with you and me. Little pearls were on the grass-blades; just distilled from heaven's spring And the flower-cups were beaming with the nectar, and they bring Sweetest drafts, for our refreshing, in the summer-time of youth, When our cheeks are kissed with breezes incense-laden, sweet in truth. When the sun had climbed the mountain, took its beaming peep at me Seeming just beyond the treetops, yet perhaps beyond the sea--- Still the beam with threads of beauty, from the orb so far away Let the warmth of summer sunshine, as the radium of life's day. |
