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At even tide, when all is calm at last,
And I sit quiet 'neath the aspen shade,
With summer's sky in golden amber cast
Above my blissful verdant grassy glade:
Where wind-caressed red clover buds do spill
Their sweetly distilled perfume everywhere,
While cheerful leaves above me hum and trill,
And songs of birds festoon the magic air
With melodies so lovely heaven-sent
I scarce can think a worried thought, or bring
To mind a dark or dreary sad moment,
And then it is my heart does gayly sing
And dance within my laughing humble breast,
To contemplate of life so richly blest.
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