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  • How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon!
    The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze
    His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;
    Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' whispering trees;
    And birds of morning trim their bustling wings,
    And listen fondly--while the Blackbird sings.

    Frederick Tennyson (1854). “Days and Hours”, p.190