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AN INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY.

Already, close by our summer dwelling, The Easter sparrow repeats her song;A merry warbler, she chides the blossoms— The idle blossoms that sleep so long.
The blue-bird chants, from the elm's long branches, A hymn to welcome the budding year.The south wind wanders from field to forest, And softly whispers: the Spring is here.
Come, daughter mine, from the gloomy city, Before those lays from the elm have ceased;The violet breathes, by our door, as sweetly As in the air of her native East.
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