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SUMMER.
Warm Summer! yes, the very word is warm;The hum of bees is in it, and the sight
Of sunny fountains glancing silver light,
And the rejoicing world, and every charm
Of happy nature in her hour of love,
Fruits, flowers, and flies, in rainbow-glory bright:
The smile of God glows graciously above,
And genial earth is grateful; day by day
Old faces come again, with blossoms gay,
Gemming in gladness meadow, garden, grove:
Haste with thy harvest then, my soften'd heart,
Awake thy better hopes of better days,
Bring in thy fruits and flowers of thanks and praise,
And in creation's pæan take thy part.
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