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179 POEMS on the NAMING of PLACES.

I.

It was an April Morning: fresh and clear

The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,

Ran with a young man's speed, and yet the voice

Of waters which the winter had supplied

Was soften'd down into a vernal tone.

The spirit of enjoyment and desire,

And hopes and wishes, from all living things

Went circling, like a multitude of sounds.

The budding groves appear'd as if in haste

To spur the steps of June; as if their shades

Of various green were hindrances that stood