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murmur of the merry brook, As gushingly and free It wimples with its sun-bright look, Far down yon sheltered lea, Humming to every drowsy flower A low, quaint lullaby, Speaks to my spirit, at this hour, Of Love and thee.

The music of the gay green wood, When every leaf and tree Is coaxed by winds of gentlest mood, To utter harmony; And the smaH birds that answer make To the wind's fitful glee, In me most blissful visions wake. Of Love and thee.

The rose perks up its blushing cheek, So soon as it can see