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THE NEW AND THE OLD.

New are the leaves on the oaken spray, New the blades of the silky grass;Flowers, that were buds but yesterday, Peep from the ground where'er
These gay idlers, the butterflies, Broke, to-day, from their winter shroud,These soft airs, that winnow the skies, Blow, just born, from the soft, white cloud.
Gushing fresh in the little streams What a prattle the waters make!
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