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, after storms that woodlands rue,

To valleys comes atoning dawn,

The robins blithe their orchard-sports renew;

And meadow-larks, no more withdrawn,

Caroling fly in the languid blue;

The while, from many a hid recess,

Alert to partake the blessedness,

The pouring mites their airy dance pursue.

So, after ocean's ghastly gales,

When laughing light of hoyden morning breaks,

Every finny hider wakes—

From vaults profound swims up with glittering scales;

Through the delightsome sea he sails,

With shoals of shining tiny things

Frolic on every wave that flings

Against the prow its showery spray;

All creatures joying in the morn,

Save them forever from joyance torn,

Whose bark was lost where now the dolphins play;