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[U. s. A., 1786-1853.]
THE rain is o'er. How dense and bright
The general blessing; fresh and fair, Each flower expands its little leaves, As glad the common joy to share.
That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure;
For often at noon, when returned from The softened sunbeams pour around
A fairy light, uncertain, pale;