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THE SUMMER NIGHT.
Balmy are the breezes blowing,
Low the sun sinks in the west;
Cattle far and near are lowing,
Homeward, seek the plowman rest.
Low the sun sinks in the west;
Cattle far and near are lowing,
Homeward, seek the plowman rest.
Flowers that shone in gorgeous beauty,
'Neath the summer, shining sun,
Droop their heads repose with nature,
Close their petals one by one.
'Neath the summer, shining sun,
Droop their heads repose with nature,
Close their petals one by one.
While the lark and feathered songsters,
Shelters in their leafy nest,
Gaze upon the fading twilight,
Gaze upon the golden west.
Shelters in their leafy nest,
Gaze upon the fading twilight,
Gaze upon the golden west.
And when sleep the weary songsters,
When through dream-land, takes their flight,
All the air is filled with beings,
Borne upon the wings of night.
When through dream-land, takes their flight,
All the air is filled with beings,
Borne upon the wings of night.
Fire-flies with enchanted lanterns,
Through the darkened gloom they come;
Close behind pursues the beetle,
With a steadfast noisy hum.
Through the darkened gloom they come;
Close behind pursues the beetle,
With a steadfast noisy hum.
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And the screech-owl's cry re-echoes,
Through the moor-land, through the swamp;
Through the forest and the fallow,
Boldly doth the wild-fox tramp.
Through the moor-land, through the swamp;
Through the forest and the fallow,
Boldly doth the wild-fox tramp.
Far among the stars an echo,
Borne upon the zephyrs still,
Falls into my ear so faintly,
'Tis the notes of whip-poor-wills.
Borne upon the zephyrs still,
Falls into my ear so faintly,
'Tis the notes of whip-poor-wills.
While the ponderous orbs in heaven,
Twinkles with a silvery light,
And the air, all filled with calmness,
Welcome, be ye summer night!
Twinkles with a silvery light,
And the air, all filled with calmness,
Welcome, be ye summer night!
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