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THE RETURN OF SUMMER.

"I turned from all she brought, to all she could not bring.”
Childe Harold.

I.

Sweet summer! glorious summer!
 Thy footsteps once again
Are on the green delighted earth,
 And o'er the sounding main;
Thy light is on the wilderness,
 Thy glory in the sky,
And thy richly varied melodies
 Are ever floating by;