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BLUE FLAGS. 
0 golden days, 0 woodland ways, 
And sunny meadows, teeming 
With treasures rare . most royal fare, 
For bard’s or lover’s dreaming, 
0 silvery stream, with glint and gleam, 
V/here dipping boughs are laving, 
The current lags where sweet blue flags 
By ripples stirred are waving. 
Amid the green, their soft blue sheen, 
With white and purple penciled, 
Like bits of sky, where sunbeams lie, 
Through Fafy branches stenciled. 
0 faint perfume, no other bloom 
Can match, for fine distilling, 
Thy essence rare that dulls all care, 
And sets my senses thrilling. 
To Southern skies my fancy flies, 
Beneath whose soft beguiling, 
What songs I sung, when hope was young. 
A nd all the world was smiling. 
0 memories dear, that linger near 
The meadow, brook and wildwood, 
And blue flags sweet, that made complete 
The sunny days of childhood. 
H. Hunt. 
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