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AMONG THE WILD FLOWERS. 
VIE. 
Wuat a wealth of beauty and store of provision 
for life comes with a plentiful rain just upon 
the threshold of the sweet month of May! 
How positively vocal with joy all nature seems, 
from the simplest wild flower to the noble 
forest tree! Thus the Poet sings ; 
See Nature gay, as when she first began, 
With smiles alluring her admirer, man! 
She spreads the morning over eastern hills, 
Earth glitters with the drops the night distils ; 
The Sun obedient at her call appears 
To fling his glories o’er the robe she wears ; 
Banks clothed with flowers, groves filled with sprightly 
sounds, 
The yellow tilth, green meads, rocks, rising grounds, 
Streams edged with osier, fattening every field 
Where’er they flow, now seen, and now concealed ; 
From the blue rim, where skies and mountains meet, 
Down to the very turf beneath thy feet,— 
All speak one language, all, with one sweet voice, 
Cry to her universal realm “ Rejoice” ! 
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