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Dim mists of darkness rise from marsh and mere.
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The waking world leaps to the day’s desire.
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The harmonies that float and melt afar.
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Deep-sounding and surgent, the armies of storm sweep by.
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None of Campbell’s contemporaries surpassed him in painting a simple but vivid genre picture, and enhancing it with verbal melody, as he does, for instance, in his Canadian Folksong, beginning:—