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 108 POEMS.

VI. MARCH.

T X 7E like March, his shoes are purple,

Makes he mud for dog and peddler,
 * * He is new and high ;

Makes he forest dry ; Knows the adder's tongue his coming,

And begets her spot. Stands the sun so close and mighty

That our minds are hot. News is he of all the others ;

Bold it were to die With the blue-birds buccaneering

On his British sky.

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