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a quiet, pleasant meadow,
 * Beneath a summer sky,

Where green old trees their branches waved,
 * And winds went singing by;

Where a little brook went rippling
 * So musically low,

And passing clouds cast shadows
 * On the waving grass below;

Where low, sweet notes of brooding birds
 * Stole out on the fragrant air,

And golden sunlight shone undimmed
 * On all most fresh and fair;—

There bloomed a lovely sisterhood
 * Of happy little flowers,

Together in this pleasant home,
 * Through quiet summer hours.

No rude hand came to gather them,
 * No chilling winds to blight;

Warm sunbeams smiled on them by day,
 * And soft dews fell at night.