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THE ZUMMER HEDGE.

As light do gleäre in ev'ry ground,

Wi' boughy hedges out a-round

A-climmèn up the slopèn brows

O' hills, in rows o' sheädy boughs:

The while the hawthorn buds do blow

As thick as stars, an' white as snow;

Or cream-white blossoms be a-spread