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86 Sultry noon and twilight scorning;

In each dewdrop of the morning

Lies the promise of a day.

Rivers from the sun do flow,

Springing with the dewy morn;

Voyageurs 'gainst time do row,

Idle noon nor sunset know,

Ever even with the dawn.

Since that first "Away! away!"

Many a lengthy league we've rowed,

Still the sparrow on the spray

Hastes to usher in the day

With her simple stanza'd ode.

July 20.

Come let's roam the breezy pastures,

Where the freest zephyrs blow,

Batten on the oak tree's rustle,

And the pleasant insect bustle,

Dripping with the streamlet's flow.

What if I no wings do wear,

Thro' this solid-seeming air

I can skim like any swallow;

Whoso dareth let her follow,

And we'll be a jovial pair.

Like two careless swifts let 's sail,

Zephyrus shall think for me;