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The mists of the morning are rolling away,
The stars quickly fade at the coming of day,
The foam of the billows already I see,

The spring breathes around us so softly and warm,
And bears her young children, so kind, on her arm;
She tends them, and feeds them, and nurses with care,

And there floats my barque, still in waiting for me. She clothes them with verdure so lovely and fair.

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THE WOODS

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1. How love-ly are the woods! The ver-dant, ver-dant woods! Where sweetly the birds are

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