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mildly falls the deluge of the grass,

And meads begin to rise like Noah's flood,

And o'er the hedgerows flow, and onward pass,

Dribbling thro' many a wood

When hawthorn trees their flags of truce unfurl,

And dykes are spitting violets to the breeze;

When meadow larks their jocund flight will curl

From Earth's to Heaven's leas;

Ah! then the poet's dreams are most sublime,

A-sail on seas that know a heavenly calm,

And in his song you hear the river's rhyme, 31