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A Great Time

Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad,
    Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow —
A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord,
    How rich and great the times are now!
Know, all ye sheep
And cows, that keep
On staring that I stand so long
    In grass that's wet from heavy rain —
A rainbow and a cuckoo's song
    May never come together again;
May never come
This side the tomb.

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