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- Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise him in the heights.
36 lines - WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,32 lines - Where sucks the bee now? Summer is flying;
Leaves on the grass-plot faded are lying;13 lines - WHEN the soft breath of Spring goes forth
Far o'er the mountains of the North,24 lines - THOU wak'st from happy sleep to play
With bounding heart, my boy!17 lines - OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove
Through the green paths of vale and grove,28 lines
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