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GIFTS.
A dropping shower of spray,
Filled with a beam of light,—
The breath of some soft day,—
The groves by wan moonlight,—
Some rivers flow,
Some falling snow,
Some bird's swift flight;—
Filled with a beam of light,—
The breath of some soft day,—
The groves by wan moonlight,—
Some rivers flow,
Some falling snow,
Some bird's swift flight;—
A summer field o'erstrown
With gay and laughing flowers,
And shepherd's clocks half blown,
That tell the merry hours,—
The waving grain,
The spring soft rain,—
Are these things ours?
With gay and laughing flowers,
And shepherd's clocks half blown,
That tell the merry hours,—
The waving grain,
The spring soft rain,—
Are these things ours?
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