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A Summer sentiment.

the woods are filled with friends;
Their presence, without human speech,
Is sweet to every sense.
Like strains of low-voiced music
From keys pressed down by unseen hands,
They tinge unspoken thoughts with beauty,
While in the silence of the peace unbroken,
We weave our fancies
Into dreams of love and duty.

C. H. L.

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