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XXXIV. THE INVITATION.
I know a grassy nook
Where the brightest flowers spring,
And the sweetest birdlets sing
To the singing of a brook:
Where the brightest flowers spring,
And the sweetest birdlets sing
To the singing of a brook:
A little mossy lair,
Where the shy and blushing morn
Comes a-peeping through a thorn
Prankt with blossoms snowy fair:
Where the shy and blushing morn
Comes a-peeping through a thorn
Prankt with blossoms snowy fair:
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And, fringed with daisies white,
Is a verdant cushion spread,
With green boughs overhead
Shutting out the sunbeams quite.
Is a verdant cushion spread,
With green boughs overhead
Shutting out the sunbeams quite.
Come to my fairy nook:
Fresh as dew and glad as day
We will sing the time away
To the singing of the brook.
Fresh as dew and glad as day
We will sing the time away
To the singing of the brook.
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