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HUGHENDEN.
The loveliest day of lovely English June,Bright with rare sunshine, crisp and fresh with dew;
The whole fair landscape seems created new,
And just to live is a delightful boon.
A crystal streamlet pours its tinkling tune
Gurgling and murmuring its cresses through—
The velvet greensward wears its tenderest hue,
Dotted with daisies thick as rain-drops strewn,—
And on a sudden from the listening ground
There springs a living joy, a voice with wings,
Trailing behind it, as it soars and sings,
A shower of effervescent silver sound—
A fountain-fall of music clear and strong—
The bubbling bounty of the sky-lark's song!
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