MOUNTAIN LAUREL. 



The Summer owns her wide control, 

 She holds it to her regal place, 



Her art completes the gracious whole, 

 Herself the central grace ! 



Each chalice holds the infinite air, 



Each rounded cluster grows a sphere ; 



A twilight pale she grants us there, 

 A rosier sunrise here ; 



She broods above the happy earth, 



She dwells upon the enchanted days, 



A thousand voices hail her birth 



In chants of love and praise ! 



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