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these fruit-tree boughs that shed

Their snow-white blossoms on my head,

With brightest sunshine round me spread

Of spring's unclouded weather,

In this sequestered nook how sweet

To sit upon my Orchard-seat!

And Flowers and Birds once more to greet,

My last year's Friends together.

One have I marked, the happiest Guest

In all this covert of the blest:

Hail to Thee, far above the rest

In joy of voice and pinion,

Thou, Linnet! in thy green array,

Presiding Spirit here to-day,

Dost lead the revels of the May,

And this is thy dominion.