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172 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Soft, soothing calm of summer woods,
Of streams that chant in rhythmic numbers, Of fragrant, flowery solitudes
Where peace with folded pinions slumbers, Full oft to thee doth fancy take
Her airy flight from burdened highways, To roam again by brook or lake,
Or dream in leafy paths and byways. |
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