[Written for the Sentinel.]

'TIS SUMMER

'Tis summer, and the fragrant airWafts incense of the flowers:'Tis summer, and the tuneful worldAllures to woodland bowers:'Tis summer, and my heart is gladThat winter lost his reign:'Tis summer, and my sense is freeFrom every mortal pain:'Tis summer in my joyful heartFor I have found the "better part."

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