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��WALK IN SPRING.

��I wander'd in a lonely glade,

Where, issuing from the forest shade,

A little mountain stream Along the winding valley play'd, Beneath the morning beam.

Light o'er the woods of dark brown oak The west-wind \vTeathed the hovering smoke

From cottage roofs conceai'd, Below a rock abruptly broke,

In rosy light reveal'd.

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