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THE SOUTH WIND.
H, the light south wind!It brought us the odor of orange bowers,Of citron-trees, and of all rare flowers,As we sat by our doors in summery hours; Did the light south wind. Oh, the sweet south wind!It brought us the oriole's love-breathing note;The paroquet's praise of his pretty green coat;The carols that gush from the mocking-bird's throat; Did the sweet south wind.
Oh, the loud south wind!It brought the rude song and the African's jest;It brought us (oh, shame!) his deep sighs of unrest,When the foot of his master bore hard on his breast; Did the loud south wind.
