Summer’s Awakening

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Like lightened breeze and palm born trees;

hush, I see the river bend.

Aldergove is green again.

And with her tears dew is born.

Nearest now is summer’s morn.

Oh, hearken unto me this day…

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when children sing and mother’s bake.

And father finds a garden rake.

And all is subdued by warmth at noon.

Where there is no room for sadness or gloom.

Mid-May led to June…July is yet to come full bloom.

Oh, please I need not to know-est these…

But there-in is pastures green.

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