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A CALM SUMMER'S NIGHT.

The night is calm, the cygnet's down
Scarce skims the lake along;
The throstle to the hazel's flown,
To trill his evening song.
The curling woodbine now appears
More sweet than fragrant gums,
The sky a robe of crimson wears,
The scale-clad beetle hums.

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What pleasure, walking with my Jane,
Earth's truest, best delight,
Returning to embrace again,
And loath to bid good night.