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AN INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY.

Already, close by our summer dwelling,
 The Easter sparrow repeats her song;
A merry warbler, she chides the blossoms—
 The idle blossoms that sleep so long.

The blue-bird chants, from the elm's long branches,
 A hymn to welcome the budding year.
The south wind wanders from field to forest,
 And softly whispers: the Spring is here.

Come, daughter mine, from the gloomy city,
 Before those lays from the elm have ceased;
The violet breathes, by our door, as sweetly
 As in the air of her native East.

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