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Summer! father of delight, With thy dense spray and thickets deep; Gemmed monarch, with thy rapt’rous light, Rousing thy subject glens from sleep! Proud has thy march of triumph been, Thou prophet, prince of forest green! Artificer of wood and tree, Thou painter of unrivalled skill, Who ever scattered gems like thee, And gorgeous webs on park and hill? ’Till vale and hill with radiant dies, Became another Paradise! And thou hast sprinkled leaves and flow’rs, And goodly chains of leafy bow’rs; And bid thy youthful warblers sing On oak and knoll the song of spring.