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The breeze comes whispering in our ear,
That dandelions | are blossoming near,
That maize | has sprouted, that streams | are flowing,
That the river is bluer | than the sky,
That the robin | is plastering his nest | hard by;
And if the breeze kept the good news back,
For other couriers | we should not lack;
We could guess it all | by yon heifer's | lowing,—
And hark! how clear | bold chanticleer,
Warmed | by the new wine | of the year,
Tells all | by his lusty | crowing!
VARIETY—IN PITCH, TIME, FORCE, COLOR, AND MODULATION
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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
2
Good work is the most honorable and lasting thing in the world.
3
O Thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers, whence are thy beams, O Sun, thy everlasting light!
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