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"Calm with the truth of life, deep with the love of loving, / New, yet never unknown, my heart takes up the tune. / Singing that needs no words, joy that needs no proving, / Sinking in one long dream as summer bides with June. "
One morning, three weeks later, Rose, on getting up and going out to the sunny yard where she kept her fancy breed of fowls, found them all overcome by some strange disorder. The morning was bright and inspiring, yet they were all sleeping heavily and stupidly under, instead of upon, their usual roosting-place.