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Rh  The summer Sun's refulgent noontide, now Reviving, raise their heads and put forth all Their verdurous majesty. Each leaf is decked With drops of rain, like pearls and diamonds bright Quivering in the gentle gale, which breathes Delightful fragrance round.  

Gay minstrel of the Indian clime! How oft at morning's rosy prime When thou didst sing in caw, caw numbers, Vexed I've awoke from my sweet slumbers, And to avoid that hateful sound, That plagues a head howe'er profound, Have walked out in my garden, where Beside the tank, in many a square, Sweet lilies, jasmines, roses bloom, Far from those trees within whose gloom Of foliage thick, thou hadst thy nest From daily toil at night to rest.

Now lifeless on the earth, cold, bare, Devoid alike of joy and care, The offals of my meal no more Attract thee as they did before. There's rubbish scattered round thee, but Thy heart is still, thine eyes are shut. No more that blunt yet useful beak From carcases thy food can seek, Or catch the young unheeded mouse, Which from the flooring of my house Urged by its hapless luck, would stray And bask beneath the solar ray.

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