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A SHEAF GLEANED
After this long ribbon of the gems of the fairies
Extends the fresh verdure of the ever-green prairies,
Such as Spring generous with warm breathings never
Drew forth on soil fertile. Oh, lovely for ever
Are the gardens of ocean that no sunbeams can wither.
No flower is on earth, but its semblance has hither.
Look, look at these orchards where each tree is uprearing
In enamel its crest, with the fruit-clusters peering,
And its blossoms in shadow, like the Orient's veiled daughters!
How beautiful all,—in the soft gauze of the waters!
