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[34] The settler saw his oaken flail
     Take bud, and bloom before his eyes;
From frozen pools he saw the pale,
     Sweet summer lilies rise.

To their old homes, by man profaned,
     Came the sad dryads, exiled long,
And through their leafy tongues complained
     Of household use and wrong.

The beechen platter sprouted wild,
     The pipkin wore its old-time green
The cradle o'er the sleeping child
     Became a leafy screen.

Haply our gentle friend hath met,
     While wandering in her sylvan quest,
Haunting his native woodlands yet,
     That Druid of the West;

And, while the dew on leaf and flower
     Glistened in moonlight clear and still,
Learned the dusk wizard's spell of power,
     And caught his trick of skill.

But welcome, be it new or old,
     The gift which makes the day more bright,
And paints, upon the ground of cold
     And darkness, warmth and light!

Without is neither gold nor green;
     Within, for birds, the birch-logs sing;
Yet, summer-like, we sit between
     The autumn and the spring.

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