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THE SUMMER’S CALL. 
This brilliant summer weather and a vacant page tempt me to 
introduce some pleasant lines, by that sweet poetess, the late 
lamented Mrs. Hemans. 
Come away ! the sunny hours 
Woo us far to founts and bowers ; 
O’er the very waters now, 
In their play, 
Flowers are shedding beauty’s glow : 
Come away! 
Where the lily’s tender gleam 
Quivers on the glancing stream— 
Come away! 
All the air is filled with sound 
Soft and sultry and profound; 
Murmurs through the shadowy grass 
Lightly stray; 
Faint winds whisper as they pass— 
Come away! 
Where the bee’s deep music swells 
From the trembling foxglove bells. 
Come away ! 
In the deep heart of the rose 
Now the crimson love-hue glows ; 
Now the glow-worm’s lamp by night 
Sheds a ray 
Dreamy, starry, greenly bright— 
Come away! 
Where the fairy cup-moss lies 
With the wild-wood strawberries. 
Come away! 
