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AIR X.
I
How sweet the gossiping birds that sing!How sweet the treasure the zephyrs bring,
Light wafted on each odoriferous wing
That winnows the breast of flowery spring!
II
How sweet the showers with balm replete!The fawns that frolic, and lambs that bleat!
But O! above all, though all should meet,
Our Justice, our Queen of sweets is sweet!
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