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...Aurora playing," bear "buxom health" and joyousness on their wings. The birds sing their sweetest notes. The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon. From the west as it wantonly blow*, Fond Zephyr caresses the vine ; The bee steals a kiss from the...

...playing," bear " buxom health" and joyousness on their wings. The birds sing their sweetest notes. The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon. Prom the west as it wantonly blows, Fond Zephyr caresses the vine ; The bee steals a kiss from the...

...buxom health" and joyousness on their wings. The birds sing their sweetest notes. The insect youth arc on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon. The early flowers, " the yellow cowslip and the pale primrose," decorate the surface of the. earth....

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...Aurora playing, bear ' buxon health' and joyousness on their wings. The birds sing their sweetest notes. The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon. The early flowers, ' the yellow cowslip and the pale primrose,' decorate the surface of the earth....

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