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birds, in their suits of black, red, and gold, were teeter- 

 ing on the waving rice-stalks, as they sang their merry 

 songs, a fit accompaniment to music of 1,000 harps, that 

 the winds imitated, as they played through the seared 

 and yellow rushes in the marsh, making the sweetest 

 music in the world for the man who loves the fields and 

 streams. 



