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...needles that do wound the spirit, For such a pensive hour of soothing thought. Kind nature, shuffling in her loose undress, Lays bare her shady bosom —...With all around me — I can hail the flowers That make earth's mantle — and that quiet bird, Thut rides the stream, is to me as a brother. The vulgar...

...needles that do wound the spirit, For such a pensive hour of soothing thought. Kind nature, shuffling in her loose undress, Lays bare her shady bosom —...With all around me — I can hail the flowers That make earth's mantle — and that quiet bird, That rides the stream, is to me as a brother. The vulgar...

...For sucli a pensive hour of soothing silence. Kind Nature, shuffling in her loose undress, Lnysbare her shady bosom— I can feel With all around me — I can hail the flowort That sprig earth's mantle; and jon quiet bird, That rides the stream, is to me as a brother....

...needles that do wound the spirit. For such a pensive hour of soothing silence. Kind Nature, shuffling In her loose undress, Lays bare her shady bosom : — I can feel With all around me';— 1 can hall the flowers That sprig earth's mantle,— and yon quiet bird, That rldesthe stream, Is to...

...needles that do wound the spirit, For such a passive hour of soothing silence. Kind nature, shulflmg in her loose undress, Lays bare her shady bosom ; I can feel With all around me ; I can hail the dowers That sprig earth's mantle ; and yon quiet bird, That rides the stream, is to me as a brother....

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