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SUMMER.
Now each creature joyes the other,
Passing happy days and howers;
One bird reports unto another,
In the fall of silver showers;
While the Earth, our happy mother,
Hath her bosome decked with flowers.
SUMMER.
Now each creature joyes the other,
Passing happy days and howers;
One bird reports unto another,
In the fall of silver showers;
While the Earth, our happy mother,
Hath her bosome decked with flowers.