Riley farm-rhymes . - a moment dawnsA morning in my Ijreast— Sending a thrill that hurries me alongIn faulty similes of childish skips, Enthused with lithe contortions of a songrerfornhng on my lips. In wild meanderings oer pasture wealth—].rratic wanderings through deadning-lands, \\diere sly old hraml;)les, plucking me by stealthPut berries in my hands : ()r the path climbs a bowdder—wades a slough-C)r, rollicking through Ijuttercups and flags, Goes gayly dancing oer a deep bayouC)n old tree-trunks and snags: Or, at the creek, leads oer a limpid poolUpon a liriilgc the stream itself has made

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Riley farm-rhymes . - a moment dawnsA morning in my Ijreast— Sending a thrill that hurries me alongIn faulty similes of childish skips, Enthused with lithe contortions of a songrerfornhng on my lips. In wild meanderings oer pasture wealth—].rratic wanderings through deadning-lands, \\diere sly old hraml;)les, plucking me by stealthPut berries in my hands : ()r the path climbs a bowdder—wades a slough-C)r, rollicking through Ijuttercups and flags, Goes gayly dancing oer a deep bayouC)n old tree-trunks and snags: Or, at the creek, leads oer a limpid poolUpon a liriilgc the stream itself has made, \\ith some Spring-freshet for the mighty toolThat its foundation laid. 122.

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