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THE MILKMAID.
When blushing Aurora first tinges the east,
Arousing the musical choirs of the wood,
Inviting the bees to a nectarious feast,
And the flocks to partake of their dew-sprinkled food,
As blithe and as gay as the new-awakened day,
I rise and go tripping with milkpail away,
And hark! the sweet lark, kindly perched on the spray,
Responsively echoes my blithe roundelay.
Arousing the musical choirs of the wood,
Inviting the bees to a nectarious feast,
And the flocks to partake of their dew-sprinkled food,
As blithe and as gay as the new-awakened day,
I rise and go tripping with milkpail away,
And hark! the sweet lark, kindly perched on the spray,
Responsively echoes my blithe roundelay.
The innocent plunder I draw from the kine
Is richly repaid in the fields where they roam,
And a second supply they will gladly resign,
When evening invites, and they lowing come home.
Then, cheerful and gay as the first smile of day,
Again will I trip it with milkpail away;
And hark! the sweet lark, kindly perched on the spray,
Responsively echoes my blithe roundelay.
Is richly repaid in the fields where they roam,
And a second supply they will gladly resign,
When evening invites, and they lowing come home.
Then, cheerful and gay as the first smile of day,
Again will I trip it with milkpail away;
And hark! the sweet lark, kindly perched on the spray,
Responsively echoes my blithe roundelay.
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