The Nightingale To The Workman
Fair summer is here, glad summer is here!O hark! 'tis to you I am singing:The sun is all gold in a heaven of blue,The birds in the forest are trilling for you,The flies 'mid the grasses are winging;The little brook babbles--its secret is sweet.The loveliest flowers would circle your feet,--And you to...
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