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Brightly the sun of summer shone / Green fields and waving woods upon, / And soft winds wandered by; / Above, a sky of purest blue, / Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue, / Allured the gazer's eye.
But what were all these charms to me, / When one sweet breath of memory / Came gently wafting by? / I closed my eyes against the day, / And called my willing soul away, / From earth, and air, and sky;