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ON A PICTURE.
ON A PICTURE.
When Summer o’er her native hills
A veil of beauty spread,
She sat and watched her gentle fold,
And twined her flaxen thread.
A veil of beauty spread,
She sat and watched her gentle fold,
And twined her flaxen thread.
The mountain daisies kissed her feet,
The moss sprung greenest there;
The breath of Summer fanned her cheek,
And tossed her wavy hair.
The moss sprung greenest there;
The breath of Summer fanned her cheek,
And tossed her wavy hair.
The heather and the yellow gorse
Bloomed over hill and wold,
And clothed them in a royal robe
Of purple and of gold.
Bloomed over hill and wold,
And clothed them in a royal robe
Of purple and of gold.
There rose the sky-lark’s gushing song;
There hummed the laboring bee;
And merrily the mountain stream
Ran singing to the sea.
There hummed the laboring bee;
And merrily the mountain stream
Ran singing to the sea.
