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Fleet Street Eclogue
Basil.In weeds of gold and purple huesGlad April bursts with piping newsOf swifts and swallows come again,And of the tender pensive strainThe bullfinch sings from bush to bush.
Percy.And oh the blackbird and the thrushInterpret as no maestro mayThe meaning of the night and day.
Sandy.They catch the whispers of the breezeAnd weave them into melodies.
Brian.They utter for the hours that passThe purpose of their moments bright.
Basil.They speak the passion of the grass,That grows so stoutly day and night.
Herbert.St. George for Merry England then!For we are all good Englishmen!

Percy.

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