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Poem September 4, 1909 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

'TIS SUMMER

HARVEY HADLOCK.

'Tis summer, and the fragrant air
Wafts incense of the flowers:
'Tis summer, and the tuneful world
Allures to woodland bowers:
'Tis summer, and my heart is glad
That winter lost his reign:
'Tis summer, and my sense is free
From every mortal pain:
'Tis summer in my joyful heart
For I have found the "better part."

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