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Show A SIMMER DAY. Bnnsh'ne orer the mee'low laud", Kite.nfilho enmson olorer, A ad auuliiee liaunuog the lily en pi ILai th' yellow U" haDri over; And sunshine over tbe hn.rj lulLa, And oxer the dimpling nxer, And I wL-h-J that tbe ion ml summer dy Might ehine and lit roicvur, We beard the birds in the waving (Trass, Aa they twitto.i-d to Pii'li olht-r Alont tbenents tlu'j hail hiJJt-n away, And the coo of earn Rind bird-uiolb'e-; Aod we thought, as wo ulkid that a u Him or diy Throufjh the clover Moonis tepfthpr, That at last the world W4. ia itrfi-ct tune. In the glad, ItrigUl suiuuier wuathL-r. I cannot tell what I said to ber Ah we 'walkiil kuoe-deep In clercr; But 1 know (hat the roMas merrily sang Their sweetest of swi-ut soiig- mw. And down in my haart love's own bird sing A song that w.u gla.Wor, swettur. And its ecbo joined with tho world's f wee t hymn. And made tho dy completer. Ana when we came up the niearlow path, Ourhearu Fang over and ovur: "O sweet, plad day fur blosnom and lird, And for every bluho youuu luvci!" And vet I know uot llm wunls alio said, Or wtiflher she tjiku at H: But of all sweet day.-, ibut duinmer day I count as the best of all. |