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Meanwhile that devil-may-care, the bobolink, 

 Remembering duty, in mid-quaver stops 

 Just ere he sweeps o'er rapture's tremulous 



brink, 



And 'twixt the winrows most demurely drops, 

 A decorous bird of business, who provides 

 For his brown mate and fledglings six besides, 

 And looks from right to left, a farmer mid his 

 crops. 



LOWELL: An Indian-Summer Reverie. 

 The pretty little Mitchella repens, with its twin 

 flowers, spots the ground under the pines, its downy- 

 petaled, cross-shaped flowers, and its purplish buds. 



THOREAU: Summer. 

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He who traverses the woodland paths, at this 

 season, will have occasion to remember the small, 

 drooping, bell-like flowers and slender red stem of 

 the dogsbane ; . . . and if " the sun casts such a 

 reflecting heat from the sweet-fern " as makes him 

 faint, when he is climbing the bare hills, as they 

 complained who first penetrated into these parts, 

 the cool fragrance of the swamp pink restores him 

 again, when traversing the valleys between. 



THOREAU : A Walk to Wachusett. 



