CALIFORNIA

Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields,

Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling drops
From the bent bush, as through the verdant maze
Of sweet-briar hedges I pursue my walk.

THOMSON.

ABMBORLIAD

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I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers;

I sing of may-poles."

HERRICK.