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/ I. The tufted gold of the sassafras, / And the gold of the spicewood-bush, / Bewilder the ways of the forest pass, / And brighten the underbrush: / The white-starred drifts of the wild-plum tree, / And the haw with its pearly plumes, / And the redbud, misted rosily, / Dazzle the woodland glooms.
/ II. And I hear the song of the catbird wake / I' the boughs o' the gnarled wild-crab, / Or there where the snows of the dogwood shake, / That the silvery sunbeams stab: / And it seems to me that a magic lies / In the crystal sweet of its notes, / That a myriad blossoms open their eyes / As its strain above them floats.